“Bells a bit tarnished,” Aiden admitted, “Most folks aren’t cruel, i mean generous enough to gie their daughere heavy bells.”
“God damn it she’s a Human Cow not a daughter,” Paddy exploded, “Sorry Ma’am, we can’t get the staff.”
Aiden handed the bell and ring to Paddy, “Scissors,” he ordered, “Can’t een see the sucker with all this bush,” he complained, “Ah there she blows,” he announced as he cut away some of Melissa’s neatly trimmed pubes to show her clit deep in the cleft above her vagina and obvious only to an experienced clit hunter like Paddy, “You got the power clitter?”
“Batterys flat Paddy,” Aiden admitted as the family looked on, “Got the manual one though.”
“Have to do, Paddy admitted, “Like an iceberg,” he told Aiden, “Ninety per cent under the surface,” he said, “So you take the clitter in your right
