He patiently clears all debris from inside the ring of mushrooms: rocks, fallen leaves, pinecones, and other items, leaving just the bed of moss-like ...rass. He then finds five dry branches, each three feet in length and as thick as his wrist. He lays them out on a bed of kindling in the shape of a pentagram in the center of the circle; placing a single pinecone on top.He then stands at each of the compass points and asks each of the four winds for their protection and guidance. Then he lights. This pattern was set in stone, never varying until I was very well known.Being known so well was a huge advantage. Mama-san knew I had a favorite girl, and almost without fail, Jessica knocked on my door. By then, I’d placed my neatly-folded clothing on the chair and was barely covered by the towel when she entered. Jessica, like most of the girls in places like this, wasn't a teenager or twenty-something nymphet. She was in her thirties, had a rich, pale gold complexion and almond-shaped eyes. The guy was a huge black one and he smiled as Victor offered him a ride. He moved to the passenger seat, but my hubby told him to go to the back seat. He warned the guy that I had taken too many margaritas and then he wanted someone to keep an eye on me…Then I understood where Victor was going to. I pretended to be passed out and closed my eyes; but first lifted my skirt to expose my tiny cotton thong.I saw him get in the back, a young black guy in his early twenties. He greeted me, but I just. ”“Just leave me alone,” he replied, as he quickly slipped his cock back into his shorts.“You were,” Sara was stunned, “You were jacking off weren’t you.”“So, what if I was,” he said. ''I was horny and tried to finish earlier, but I had to go help you get back here instead.”“So, you just decided to try and finish now,” she said, “With your sister sitting right beside you?”“Well, yeah,” he said. “You were asleep, so I didn’t see what it was going to hurt to finish. Besides, my dick was hurting.