Then he stroked only my mound and thighs. I parted my legs to ease his access. He played with my outer lips for a minute before beginning a frenzy of ...ongue play. During that, he slipped a finger between my inner lips. I smiled at his attempt at sneakiness. I think half the nerve endings in my body are near there; does he really think that I don't notice?All those little nerve endings not only noticed his arrival; they enjoyed it. He stroked toward my clitoris but stopped short, a little closer. Cut to the WPC’s in the band.Cut to Benny the workman, he nudges the little guy gesturing to the two skirtless WPC’s in the band. The little guy falls back, hits the switch on the large industrial fan which comes on. Benny hits the little guy on the head.Cut to the marching WPC’s, they are hit by the air from the fan, which starts tearing their clothes off. They fall to the ground struggling to keep their dignity.Cut to the little guy who switches the fan off.Cut to the WPC’s only in their bra,. Greatly. The place where the party was held was a large cohousing project, and we were by the pool. I remember it well. I heard people discussing the group that lived there. They were kind, loving, and fostered and nurtured their relationships with each other in positive ways, exactly what I wanted to have happen with my husband. I even asked him to stay and listen to some of the group’s philosophy and how they put it into practice. He would have nothing to do with the subject, and walked out.. Part of my mind believes it wasn’t.Don’t know if I expected a good laugh or really desired to believe in magic. I just got horny.The girls took me to a dorm room where sunlight poured in through the window. They had me shower, saying my skin needed to clean to be blessed with ‘white witch oil.’ The instant I step out of the shower they were on me, covering me in the oil.They led me back to the dorm room’s bed. I couldn’t help but go! They had me lay with arms and legs spread apart from my body..