She tried to find something to look at to take her mind off her fear. There were a few women running, but not many. Through the crowd, past people’s...heads, Holly saw someone else. She was dressed like Holly, in white and red, the proper colors for the festival. She was dressed in white and her skin and hair were dark enough that the white clothes actually suited her. On her those clothes looked right. On Holly they just looked like a costume. Holly stared. She looked at the way the other woman. .. hey, its the result that counts, yes? What I found more interesting, for the moment, was that none of them were being equally open about everything that had gone on between them. I mean, sure there were loads of stories about drunken nights and out-of-hand parties, some references to embarrassing faux pas on the part of themselves or others, but ... there were things that weren't being said, too.Still, it was a pleasant evening with a fair amount of wine ... and I was a bit surprised when I. She was aware of James the entire time, their eyes meeting across other bodies like he was marking her out for himself. He flirted with each girl, even making Avril come out of her shell and flirt back. Emma loved how friendly he was, he never went over the top with it but made everyone comfortable to be around him instantly. He was what she referred to as an instinctive flirt, someone who was naturally that way and would never be any different, in fact, half the time she bet he didn’t even. William could sense from the urgency of Julie's backstroke that she was free falling toward another orgasm. William, reaching under Julie, began to softly manipulate her hard, high nipples, and to his delight, he was again treated to Julie's intense, and colorful, verbal oratory.Julie inserted two fingers into Ellie's wetness and began finger fucking her in earnest, as her tongue continued its relentless assault on her small, cock like clit."Oh yes, fuck me you slut, make me come," Ellie cried.