Rick knew that he should pull his hand away and leave, butsomething in Scott's eyes made his stomach flip, and he began to strokeScott's cock. It felt...big to Rick and he wondered what it would looklike.As if reading his mind, Scott whispered, "Would you like to see it,Rick? Maybe even touch it?"Rick felt his heart pounding in his chest as he continued to strokeScott's cock through his trousers."Come with me, Rick." Scott grabbed Rick's arm and he slid off thestool, feeling his hardness tenting. I started to undress somewhat provocatively, trying to get his attention. Standing there, in my knickers and bra, walking about, picking up his clothes. All to no avail. I took my bra off and still couldn’t hold his attention. He got in bed and just lay there grunting.In a last ditch bid to get him interested, I slipped out of my knickers and slipped into some silky French Knickers. I put on a matching pyjama top, leaving all the buttons undone. I stood at his side of the bed, hands on my hips. We made a show of drumming and learning some of the traditional dances. Mandy, of course, had been practicing all summer. But after dark, we slipped away to her cabin with the various drums we had brought.We stripped ourselves in both timelines and sat with our drums, three of us in Mandy’s cabin and two in front of the bear cave. We started tentatively, but the strong rhythm set by the drummers in the circle outside filtered into our hands and we all five started to play on our drums. I was. He wasn't sure that it was love but it felt better than anything he had felt before. After Scott showed Angie around the summer kitchen they started some water to boil for pasta. Every time they touched it felt electric. The simple act of making spaghetti turned into a slow dance of two people in love for the first time. Scott opened a bottle of wine. They laughed all through supper. Sitting side by side they watched the sun as it sank behind the hills west of the ranch house. Scott lit a.