"Sometime, maybe I'll show you Maori dancing," she said."What's it like?" I asked. "Hula?" It has similarities," she said. "Hula tells a story. Maori ...ancing has a different purpose."I was about to ask what the purpose was when two couples came into the room. One was not-so-Little Orphan Annie and her husband, whose name I couldn't remember, and another of the couples I hadn't been introduced to yet. That problem went away as Annie brought them over to us."This is Kelani and Bob," she said to. I slinked over to him and felt his hard cock push against me through his slacks as we embraced. The jacket had certainly aroused me in the same way as when I wear erotic lingerie, stockings and high heels or when I occasionally go without panties so Ross can discretely feel me up in a restaurant or other public place. I broke our embrace and knelt on a nearby chair with my ass high in the air. I pulled the jacket up a little so Neil could see my more-than-ready pussy and his cock sprang to. ‘So why do you call this car Little Black, other than the obvious reasons?’ he asked me. ‘Well, it used to be Mama’s, you know. She called it Little Black because it reminded her of a pony from a children’s book she had when she was a little girl. Little Black and Big Red. It’s a good name for her, I think. It’s a really good car, isn’t it?’ ‘Hell, yeah, I like it,’ he said, smiling at me. ‘So, when did y’all get back here anyway?’ ‘Three weeks ago now. You turn left here. Yeah, we came back. I’m surprised there’s no wind, but there’s none, none at all. But the air seems charged with electricity, and the sky looks as if it’s about to drop the mother of all hammers on us.”“People,” repliedFatima, “Get back inside and button up. Charles, Lynn, there’s no sign of Jada’s team, is there?”“No,” answeredLynn. “But we can’t see much from here. I mean, we can see a lot of far away stuff, but it’s just like we expected from the pictures. The forest is blocking our view of where the boathouse.