And nights like this are reserved for passion, surrounded by all their court of fairies." In a group no less! You know, I always lusted for Titania. A...d in these woods!" Hand in hand, with fairy grace, will we sing and bless this place."My, she knew her Shakespeare, or at least that play. A lucky choice on my part. Or was it? By coincidence or not someone started a CD of Mendelsohn's "A Midsummer Night's Dream," those otherworldly, opening strings, sounding like Tinkerbell wings in the night. Though that at a glance is a contradiction, it is not. I traveled first to New Orleans, the great port of the Mississippi River, which guards the entrance to the center of the continent. Disembarking there I found a city both wild and yet genteel. It was an important trading center, so wealth accumulated. The rich of the city established a genteel 'Southern' culture, abounding in parties, overlaid atop the French Creole influence. I had introduction into the society, being of a trading company. She has shorter blond highlighted hair and is about 5'8 and 140 lbs. with small breasts and a beautiful face. My wife and I are in our late twenties. Her husband has little interest in her anymore. When they do have sex it consists of him drinking too much and then crawling on top of her for 30 seconds. She would come over to our house and hang out a lot. She would flirt with me when my wife was out of the room and I would flirt back. After a get together at our house one night and a few. (We never did use it today). Very early this morning, I took a long, hot bath. So that every place she might want to kiss on my body would be all nice and clean for her. I slipped into my favorite baby blue lace panties, and slipped a short denim skirt over that. I put on my sheerest, crispest white blouse. I left the top two buttons open, and instead of buttoning the bottom two buttons, I tied the bottom of my blouse under my breasts, leaving my navel bare—something I almost never do. Then I.