"I can't feel anything," he said, disappointed. Then he reached downand lifted my skirt up over my hips, the slip coming with it, andleaned in again, ...rinding against me. With one set of skirt/slip outof the way, I could feel the shape of him more clearly through hisown clothes and my panties. He put down the magazine and startedbumping against me rhythmically. As if that weren't enough, between bumps he lifted the front of theskirt and draped it over my back. Now we were just separated by. Probably it was a place where animals came to drink. I collapsed under a tree and cried at my hopeless situation. I'd almost given up any hope of survival and wished that I had died a quick death with my companions instead of a slow death by starvation. There was plenty of water but I doubted that it would be clean although I'd already swallowed a lot during my swim. I took a little in my mouth and spat it out again. I didn't have the energy to go on especially as it meant retracing my steps. So now I want everyone to check the waiter or waitress closet to you at this moment and check them for proper grooming. And by properly groomed I mean this.” I then lifted the apron of the little Latina who was my personal waitress that evening revealing her fresh Brazilian wax job. I looked around the banquet room to see the wait staff was being assailed by the guests who were lifting aprons to check their grooming. As expected two males and one female had decided they were not to groom,. Galen continued to slowly and passionately kiss my lips while his arms were still wrapped around me. I feel his hands going up to my hair. We got up and he was still kissing me when he led me to the dark, candlelit bedroom. I could still smell the vanilla and jasmine because the living room smelled of jasmine incense while the bedroom was scented with vanilla candles and incense. My hands were on his back as he slowly began to unbutton his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He softly kissed.