She rose up on her elbows to keep her weight off her breasts, but her arms almost kept those covered.She felt the bed shift from his weight, and then ...is lips were on her glutes. He kissed each hip and then kissed a line up her back. Heat flowed out into her body from his lips. As the lips and the heat climbed her back, his hand went between her legs. It stroked her thighs, and she spread her legs to accommodate that heat. His finger found her labia as his mouth passed between her shoulder. I couldn't pull it away and she smiled reassuringly as if she didn't want me to. It was too much for me to process however and that was when I woke up.I was disoriented for a second, not by the room but by the person next to me. It was Monica of course, but somehow we'd gotten closer while we slept and our bodies were pressed against each other. We were spooning actually, when I allowed myself to admit it.Most problematic for me was my arm was wrapped around her side and had pushed her. He replied, “You should know that I spent some time in jail.” I took an involuntary step backwards, and he continued, “I once hit a man who was abusing his horse. He was a rich and powerful man, and wanted revenge. So I was convicted of assault and had to go to jail.” I stared at him in surprise. He appeared to be a quiet and gentle man, and was obviously honest too. This declaration, though, made me hesitate. I was a woman alone on the farm much of the time, what if he was prone to losing his. Oh! You look so divinely and utterly lovely without your costume - really lovely! Don't you feel how great it is to be free of clothes for a while on this Feast of the Lord of Misrule? And the rest of you - you all look so utterly sweet. I love all three of you. I've been watching your ordeal and you've all been pretty brave yourselves! A promise is a promise, Kylie. I've never broken one in my life and never will, so help me God! You three go off and enjoy the fete for a while, and don't be in.