I looked at my reflection in the mirror and shook my headin disbelief! While I had always been a real fan of completely nakedwomen, there was somethi...g about a beautiful woman wearing nearly nothingthat stirred my lust even more! My reflection in the mirror told me that Iwas now one of these women! Breasts straining against a metallic gold bra,spilling themselves slightly out of it...Crotch, hips and thighs elegantlysheathed in a panty that left only a little to the imagination...I. I wanted to see how Lauren would respond – to my descriptive email about the events I'd enjoyed during my stay in Camp Forge, and to the question about participating in such a circle. Lastly, I asked her how she thought Karen would have felt about something like the circle.From Delaware, I headed west into Maryland on old two-lane roads. I stopped midway across a bridge over the Susquehanna River and scattered another small envelope of Karen's ashes. I stood and talked into the breeze, rambling. “No… You shouldn’t…. We can’t… Mmmmhmmm….” He took my face gently in his hands and kissed me. A deep, passionate, lustful kiss. A lover’s kiss. A kiss I shouldn’t have been having with this man. A kiss I gladly participated in. My sheer white thong panties were becoming soaked. As we kissed, he backed me into the sofa in my dressing room and I fell backwards onto it. He positioned his hips in front of my face; his cock was already poking out of the zipper to his tuxedo pants. It looked just so. She checked to make sure the meat would stay on the spit, rotating it slightly, and ran down to the river, pulling off her garments. There was just the slightest hint of red in the leaves. She waded in to the water and began washing off the dirt and red stain.When she looked up, he was standing there watching her. And she finally smelled the odor he got when he looked at Gina. His cock was pushing out under the pants he wore. She found herself smiling the way they did. It felt natural to.