.." I said, scared, nervous, and embarrassed. "What were you doing?" She demanded of me. "Well...umm... I was...uh..."....I didn't know what to say, b...t somehow, she did. "Were you...my...were you in my locker..?" She asked. I nodded. "I didn't leave my shoes like that after practice...were you..?" She stopped. I nodded. "Interesting.." she said. I was semi shocked. I didn't know where this was going to go at all...and then a smile crept over her face. "You were smelling my shoes, weren't you?". MY friend began to get uncomfortable and told me he had to go. I was offended and asked why. He said that he was actually getting turned on and felt weird about it. I said that he should just pretend I'm a real girl and not worry about it. He said that if I was a real girl he'd probably be hitting on me. I half joked that if he hit on me, he'd probably have a good chance of "taking me home" lol. We both laughed and he said that seriously if I wouldn't tell anyone maybe we could fool. Knowing how horny my wife was feeling, I had the feeling that romance was the last thing on her mind.The two remaining guys stood waiting impatiently at the front of the ride for their friend to get back with my wife.After five minutes or so I began to get edgy myself. I walked over to the operator and asked him how long the ride takes. He was a gruff looking man, in his forties, with short hair and a stubbly chin.“You alone?” he asked, eyeing me suspiciously.“Uhm, yeah,” I said.“Look, mate,. Naked, they lay facing each other, hands caressing bronzed skin.The onlookers begin to arrive in ones and twos. Mostly men, ranging from a teenager to several with greying hair. There are also two couples. All are naked. They form a ring, some kneeling or squatting, others standing, always keeping a respectful distance. Seemingly by agreement, they leave a gap so that the afternoon sun can find a path to the couple on the blanket.The man props himself on one elbow and reaches for his partner’s.