Dare you ask something soovert of the gods? Dare you not?As you make your way through the trees towards thegathering-point of day and night, where the...firepits arebeing cleaned and filled in preparation for the ritual atdusk, you privately take your intent into prayer, then withyou to the circle ritual, communing with the gods even asyou join the dance at the Maypole. Your own need is plaitedinto the Maypole weave as, unbound and incomplete, you meeteach woman's face and form as she raises or. She wore no bra under the lightweight, white, number sixty-nine football t-shirt she had had for years. The shirt was long enough to serve as a very short dress; which it was doing now. Underneath she wore snug, lacy, white French-cut panties. Her look was simple, sexy, and hot as hell.Brit posed and asked, “What about me? Can I bring it?”Brit wore a tight, white tank top with no bra and a tight pair of powder blue shorts that were wedged deep between her labia, forming a perfect camel toe. Her. Marlene could now see the bulge in her husband's trousers that she had felt at various times during her spanking and she was still incredibly turned on, "Henry, can we, um, can we, go to bed?"It had been so long since they had had sex that neither of them could remember who had initiated it last time, so, perhaps not surprisingly, Henry wanted clarity of Marlene's meaning, "Bed, you mean to, um...?" Yes, to fuck," said Marlene, thereby ending any confusion about her thoughts."Yes, I would like. He looked over and saw me and quickly looked away. Finally I decided to do nothing. I went back to the pool bar and waited my turn to be served. When I returned, Dan asked me if I had gone to Cuba to for the beer. I mumbled something stupid and then did my best to pretend everything was normal. We drank our beers and headed back to our rooms to get ready for dinner. When we were back in our room and Anne was changing out of her swim suit, I probably could have told her what I saw and we would.