It sent a rush of lust coursing through his veins as he watched Jessica's eyebrows shoot to the top of her forehead. If it was possible her face grew ...edder and redder still as the little toy stimulated her clit. Jack let the vibrator do its thing for a moment, allowing her to get accustomed to the feeling of the little device buzzing away between her legs. The dancers were still dancing and the crowd still cheering so Jack began to tap his phone screen in a slow tempo, stopping and starting. I got trapped in a desperate loop where the harder I tried to come, the hornier I got and the hornier I got, the harder I tried to come but it just was not happening. It was clear that for whatever reason I needed more than just my fingers to get to where I wanted to go.An hour passed and I still could not get what I needed. My vibrator couldn't do the job, nor could the shower head in my room or even the wide variety of vegetables I ordered through room service as I desperately ran out of. Go figure women ... even twelve-year-old’s.Claire and I went back to dance the Foxtrot in the same counter-clockwise circle that everyone else was. Once or twice, someone almost stumbled upon us, but the ‘International Dance Panic Signal’ came to the rescue.It actually does come in handy sometimes. It’s funny that when you are learning a new dance, you worry about counting or the other person’s feet and, of course, the rhythm of the music being played, but when you know the dance, I mean. When I quit for the day the frame was complete.I went hunting for tanning moss and killed a Flying lemur for dinner. I moved the nets before I closed the cage for the night. I fed my friends and ate and the small wolfapes returned. They avoided where the nets had been but another dozen ended up caught as the nets were triggered. I looked out as the rest of the pack fled in many directions.I shook my head and ended up going out and killing half of them. I never thought about the land or water.