It stumbled towards me, propelled by arcane means I had no hope of fighting against. I scrambled away from it, desperately looking for a place to run ...nd hide from it. The arena was not that big, however, and there were no visible ways in or out. It almost cornered me once, its bony fingers scratching along my shoulderblade as I ducked away from it. I could feel the burn of torn skin and new I would have some fresh scars if I survived this thing. Survival was always my main goal, and knowing. The second dance was performed to the music of ‘Pigeon on the Gate’, and the third dance to ‘Bonnie Kate’.There was a break following the last reel, so everyone could recover and get something to eat or drink. The three of us were rejoined by our partners then.“Don’t you know any Irish dances?” Margie asked me.“No, my Family never danced like that, and I don’t believe that our neighbors did either,” I told her.“We’ll need to plan some lessons for the three of you, so you can join the fun,”. It didn’t take her long to realize that if she closed her legs the next blow would be a little harder than the last. When I was finished, her pussy was red and swollen.I pulled my cock out of her mouth, again walked around the bed and mounted her, she reached down and guided my cock into her pussy. I fought back the urge to cum right there, no easy task since I could feel her cumming as I slid into her. I knew it wasn’t the first climax she experienced that day and I was going to make sure. My wife and Joe had shared the ride to work together on a couple occasions and the frequent sexual conversation between them lead to their meeting. His wife wouldn’t be home and when my lil slut showed up at his house as planned any small talk was short lived. Calling her Pocahontas, his nickname for my wife, Joe motioned her toward him. My cock began growing as she rubbed it on her slick muff. “He’s a good kisser and seemed to breathe me in with each kiss,” she whispered. I asked what she was.