He embarks upon a thorough inquisition of this new found treasure and I bite my lip, my breath quickening. My face is aflame and I try my best to stay...silent as he plays this game, I would be so ashamed if the other riders knew. He groans low in his chest when his fingers feel the wetness that begins to seep through the fabric of my panties and skirt. I whimper softly in despair that my desire be so apparent. He gives the cheek of my behind an affectionate squeeze, then simply withdraws his. The fastest way to give that magic spell our power? Sex, of course.When a person orgasms, they create a thread that joins the Lovelace, repairs it and gives it new life. To make sure that people of all races around the world create threads of love, the Threadbearers wrote into law the Edict of Love. This new law meant that any person could have sex with any other at any time, no matter what they were doing. This edict has been part of our world for thousands of years, revised countless times. “ My dear kinky friends, WELCOME! It is a pure joy to see you all here tonight to help me celebrate my birthday. This is truly the BEST birthday I have ever had! I would also like to wish a long over due welcome back to a dear friend, he has been gone for far too long. I am sure that most of you may not know him, but I am sure you have heard of him. He has done so much for our community. He has either trained directly or trained someone for almost everyone I know in this life. He has been. ‘Nancy,’ he whispered softly. ‘What are you wearing?’ ‘A blue tee shirt and jeans,’ came the dreamy reply. ‘No you’re not Nancy. You forgot something. You forgot that you’re wearing a bulky pullover sweater over your shirt. The thick warm dark blue one. It was OK before, but it’s too warm for in here. When I wake you up, you will begin to feel yourself getting overheated and you want to take off your sweater. It’s a bit tight so you will ask your sister to help you so your shirt doesn’t pull up.