Smaller booths of similar color apparently were for games. The clang of bullets hitting targets, a canon firing, balloons popping and the splash of wa...er frequently met our ears. The frying oil we scented before was more potent. Sugary sweets, cakes, and other baking foods, fresh fish, meat roasting over fires and candies being spun made my mouth water. The carnies running the booths shouted out for customers to come and try their hand at their game. Merchants waved their wares, claiming them. Well I thought about it a lot everything running through my head and still the sex with my husband is so damn good I mean I was no virgin when I got married but damn he is good. The foreplay which can last for what seems like hours and then the act itself which he can make draw out for an eternity but then the after play which can send you to the moon and back if everything else wasn’t enough to make you pass out from the pure pleasure of it. And when it is all said and done the cuddling. “You’re too eager. I’ll have to teach you patience.” I hear the buzzing of a vibrator and I just pray you’ll shove it deep into my tight cunt. Your fingers trace my labia majora, and I feel the tingling from the lotion left on your fingers. I’m spread wide, and you can see my puckered pink rosebud. It obviously calls you to it. I gasp and pull back as you shove a full sized vibrator into my ass, covered in my peppermint lotion. I can’t stop its entrance; only feel the sensations as it comes to. There is Christmas music playing on the radio. I snuggle up next to you ’cause I’m cold, my Florida blood hasn’t yet adjusted to the temperature change. You wrap your arm around me and pull me closer, whispering in my ear that you know a way I can warm up. I feel your breath on my neck, then your lips caressing the skin between my neck and ear. I lean further into you, turning so that I’m facing you, my head still tilted so you can continue to kiss my neck… a shiver runs through my body when I.