When I was trying to get myself a drink in the kitchen I noticed that her laundry basket besides washing machine; on the top of pile laid her exercise...underwear. I picked up the small blue Adidas t-back, could still feel her body temperature on it. The kitchen was dark and I was there standing in the cold light from inside of fridge, wondering why that women underwear uses very little material but sometime cost as much as a suit. From a close distance, I could smell her body scent mixed with. Jordan began to shiver, partly from anticipation of the event she longed for, and partly from the slight breeze blowing in from the window that began to caress her naked flesh on the satin sheets, causing her nipples to harden like leather buttons. Clyda stopped licking then, and Jordan started spreading herself wide with anticipation and desire as Clyda stepped up closer to her goal."Please, Clyda," panted Jordan. "Put it in me again. I need it so bad." Clyda moved back down to the foot of. ‘Everyone will wonder why we both disappeared for so long, we can’t and you know it. Please let me go. Even if we do the deed, it can’t be tonight and you know it.’ Maybe he would let her go if she hinted that something might happen. ‘You are right. But be warned, I am going to try my best to get into your hot pants. I can feel you right though those shorts.’ He was not giving up, no way. He was going to have some of that no matter how long it took. ‘I can’t go in there with this hard-on’ ‘Go. Unsure as to where or why, I felt myself drawn somewhere, and followed the feeling. Ragnachildis, Ambre, and the others followed me. When we got there, I found that I had been drawn to the Okan, a major ceremony where all four tribes of the Blackfoot Nation came together each year. They were just completing this year’s Sundance Lodge where the men would dance. Normally, men who wanted to dance would wait until the day after finishing the lodge to begin their spiritual quest. I was here, now,.