"Why Nolan, I think you might be having some naughty thoughts." Can you blame me?" I blurted ... almost immediately regretting my confession."Well, wh...t do you know, he's finally getting around to saying what he really thinks," she said, still with humour in her voice.I cringed. "Uhhm ... yeah ... maybe so." Don't your feet get sore, tip-toeing around me all the time?"I sighed audibly. Then I went for it. "After the way I first behaved, I thought you might not be very confident around me. I. ..hah your going to need the extra practice if you ever want to please some one the right way" he said as if this was something I do normally. "Bitch's first" he said as he held the bathroom door open mocking me. He followed shortly after with his hand caressing my ass, he then guided me to the handicap stall and locked it shut. Seeing how last time the stall door was wide open as I was forced to suck his cock it was a pretty big relief to have some privacy. Without being told what to do I. This gathering was actually going to be celebrated Saturday, April 30th through Sunday May 1st. Seldom is Beltane celebrated on the actual DAY. People work, kids have school, life gets in the way. It's usually celebrated as close to May Day as the weekends fall, and next year it would fall outside of the traditional May Day weekend ... but THIS year ... Whoa Nellie!Picture, if you can, three thousand celebrants in a sylvan setting ... with Tiki lights scattered here and there along chosen paths. “That’s the opening of my urethra,” he said. “Urine and sperm come out of there.”“That doesn’t look like urine,” she said.“It’s called precum. There’s an official name for it, but I don’t remember it. It’s a lubricant.”“Lubricant?”“It helps with sexual intercourse, in the beginning.”“But it has sperm in it?”“No, not usually. It’s made somewhere other than the testes. But what the testes make, and where precum is made, all end up in the same place, so I guess they could get mixed a little.