I don’t know.We were acting like school children, laughing and making jokes about what we were seeing on the tv. Yet, I’m not sure about Gina, but...I could feel myself getting a little wet in my panties.After a good hour, we both caught each touching ourselves. We say, “Hell with it”, and took off our pajama bottoms and panties. Gina was looking around for something she said she wanted to use on herself. I helped her look.Looking and giggling, with both of us just in T-shirts, we found some. - I later found out that it was 'synthetic' acid also known as MDMA - now called ecstasy ) which it didn't seem to do . Oh well , I was having fun getting stoned and people-watching - the Brits are great eccentrics and funny with it ! She comes back with a smile on her face and asks me to fuck her , so we went into the tent and without closing the flap as it was a (rare) hot sunny day in dear old Blighty, proceeded to have a nice energetic shag - except for the fact that this acid/ecstasy. I only now realized how much I cared for them and missed them from my life. The other ladies came bouncing out the door, about the regular time, without a seeming care in the world. Then we were off to our regular run or more like a jog with Sam and Mat leading the pack. All were successful in arriving at the breakfast table at the scheduled time. I was admonished severely for having my satellite phone, which was against one our standing rules, but told them I was expecting an important. After giving him a little kiss to his chest she raised her head a little and turned it to look at him.“That was good, maybe the best I have ever had. There was something about you when I first met you that in some way told me this would be good. Now I don’t want you to think that going to bed with someone other than my husband is the norm for me. I am not embarrassed to say this is a first for me.”“Tracy... , I want you to know that I believe you. When we first met I couldn’t help but think.