You know that we are starting a dance. Once started it will go to completion. You can feel your passions growing. A sweet warmth begins to fill l your...body. All doubt is gone. You turn and kiss me full on the lips. I kiss back. Our tongues meet and dance the ancient dance. In and out of each other’s mouth. No script but just knowing what to do. Your action gives guidance to my hands. I untie the single bow of the crisscrossed straps of your dress. The straps loosen. I pull you back around. On her way home, she took the bus and that was a mistake because she was unfamiliar with this route going uphill from the harbor. The bus was shaking and crowded and the mostly male crowd rubbed her pretty outfit with their hard shafts in every direction causing her to ignore them all with a haughty attitude. Shamefully, she had to admit the sheer number of the hard cocks surrounding her caused her internal passions to rise and she knew her cotton undies and pantyhose were probably damp with. My beach chair tilts me so they are shown off to full advantage as I read or sip from my glass, waiting the arrival of the one. Many appear quickly: some for a glance, others for a comment on their shape or size, others to see how willing I am. I dismiss them all with a shake of the head, smiling. Several always watch as I apply lotion to my breasts lovingly, the bulges in their suits obvious. These I ignore as well. The one I want hangs back away from the action, hesitant and shy, unwilling to. Only the blessed light of her presence and her gift of food was allowed to enter his tortured mind."It is so little," she murmured, her soft blue eyes gazing into his dark, half-lidded eyes, sunken into his pale, tear-streaked face. "Please take this bread, also; I will return after evening vespers with more if ma-ma allows." She crept away, leaving his small chamber.Dreams came, throngs of upthrust faces, voices strident and hoarse with shouted cheers and praises, the tumult rising and.