I kept my whole body still, even trying to relax my breathing. It was then that I felt something touch me. It wasn't him. It felt weird. Like a weird,...tickling feeling against my chest. It took a little while for me to adjust, but I remained completely still, eventually gathering that this strange feeling object against my skin was infact a pen. ...He was writing on me. He seemed to be concentrating at whatever it what he was writing. I could feel the pen trail over my chest, slightly over my. “That’s a good analogy.”“Yeah,” Emily says, “As you get used to it you’ll probably find that your sanity stays in sight most days, but there will be times that it’ll get bored with you and wander off on its own for a while. It’s easier to maintain lucidity the further you are from what we call the ‘epicenter’.”“The beach, you mean?”“That beach is the closest part of the main island, sure, but it’s been hard to exactly pinpoint without our own boat and some equipment. There are sailors who. She smiled at me as we danced together, our nipples rubbing, my nose filled with the perfume of her hot pussy mixing with my tart musk.“That’s it,” she purred, her lush lips inches from mine. “Do you feel the music?”“Yes,” I gasped, stepping closer, our breasts pillowing together as I pressed my crotch against hers, our hips swaying in rhythm. “It makes me move.Her hands on my his slid around, gripping my asscheeks. Her fingers dug in as we swayed. My clit ached, rubbing on the silk of her. She introduced us. In fact, she and her husband were just married at the track in Atlanta a couple of weeks ago. I was there.”“The one where Alan Kulwicki was best man and Davey Allison and Kyle Petty were there?” he asked with a surprised look on his face.“That’s the one. How did you know about it?”“It got a write-up in my hometown paper. I’m from right outside Birmingham. You might have heard of it - Hueytown.”I laughed, “Then I know who you root for! The home city of the Alabama Gang! My.