Most of you who remember the late sixties and early seventies can picture in your minds all of the young, nubile, long-haired young girls and their eq...ally long-haired boyfriends who headed the free love movement. My Carly wasn't one of them. Carly was a thirty-eight year old housewife and mother who in no way resembled those sexy young girls. Her hair was short and she was what we called in those days pleasingly plump. She was also a very shy and introverted person so I suppose she was as. I showered fairly quickly but my cock was rock hard and I almost came in the shower. Stepping out i couldn't find my bag of clothes (it later transpired she sneaked in and moved it) I came out of the bathroom and as I neared the bedroom i could hear Helen moaning. I slowly approached and looking around the door she was laid on the bed her knickers gone her magnificent thighs apart as her fingers played with her pussy her body jerking as she drifted into extasy. I stood watching and my hand was. Being honest with him, I replied “Yes, I do. And what about you, John.” “Well, I would love to have my first experience and see what it's like, but I would feel safer with someone I know,” John commented. I couldn't help notice, but by now, I could see that he had a nice bulge appearing in his trousers. And likewise, I could feel myself getting aroused after hearing his comments. “How’s your back now, John?” I asked. “Still a-wee bit sore,” he replied. “Perhaps, a nice soft massage might help. All you are wearing are the briefs that you woke in, which currently are at your ankles.The portal’s bright blue light spirals and contorts your vision, as it pulls your body to the other side. Within seconds your standing in the middle of a dense forest. Arranged around you in a large circle are a dozen medium sized stones, all smoothed over, each with a weird symbol carved into them. They currently glow with the same blue light that the portal shines from behind you. Gusting winds, magically.