The sun shone on the fields and on the grass as Kirsten jumped and swung and swirled in the mass of other revelers at the festival. Around her the sou...ds of trance and house bounced and beat and thumped and pumped, as she and the others jumped and boogied and grooved and moved. Behind her and on both sides was a sea of dancers, absorbed like herself into the music, letting it take them where it wanted, interpreted by many different wavy hand motions and frantic feet. Ahead of her and hidden by. She walked back in and took the empty tub of ice cream off the top of the dresser and placed it on my bare tummy to remind me of my capital offense and then she left. I was amused at the lengths she was taking this, so I indulged her in a bit of literary drama... "For the love of God, Montresor!" I shouted, as her footsteps receded down the hallway. I knew she was well-read enough to know the famous Poe story of revenge I was quoting, and sure enough, her first words back to me since she'd. My s****r and her two daughters were at school, she had insisted I remain home, using shopping as an inducement, and now sitting on my seat in front of my mirror, I could feel the familiar dampness between my thighs, making a stain on the cover, of the seat as I was nude under the chiffon, and my bare buttocks touched the stained material. ‘Stand up’, she ordered me, ‘let us see what you have’, she continued, and as I rose to my feet, albeit shakily, my chiffon fell to my ankles, to reveal to. She smiled and went on to tell me that she had gone for a night out with her sister, her boyfriend and a few of his pals for a few beers in their local pub. She told me that she flirted with all the lads, who were around 24 years old, and that she got the feeling that they all wanted to bang her. One of them in particular, a thick set lad named Phill, took her fancy. The evening continued normally enough wand my girlfiend proceeded to get drunk. At closing time with everyone going their.