The drums and singing completed the evening as it turned to night. I was once again aware of how Karma had brought beauty into my life. For a second I...remembered those who had came and went before. As the music came to a natural stop I raised my bottle of Evan Williams Whiskey and announced a toast to those who came before and poured a shot to the ground. Those around the fire did similar in remembrance with what ever drink they had.The drums started back up and Janis joined the dance, dancing. He was dark, actually not that peculiar in Ireland. He told us he was from Spain. Another Catholic country, Spain and Ireland had a continual, if quiet commerce so his being here was not unusual.From the first, he captivated me. Up till then, my sexual experiences had been limited to an occasional kiss and some hurried fumbling in a quiet place like the barn loft. Only twice had a boy even touched my breast. Both times the inexperienced touching had left me longing for more.Once, just once I. Her hands slid slowly up and down her body in a provocative dance, as if seducing a potential lover."Oooo ... this feels sooo good..." Susan burbled in a high, breathy voice. "Oh yeah ... mmm ... uhh ... oh no..."The respite faded. Now the bliss retreated. She strained again, and again fell back. Her hands clenched into fists and pounded against the mattress in frustration.Melissa's fingers curled around her pendant. "And still, it's not enough." She finally looked down. She stared at Susan for. How I do manage to hold it off until the machine comes to a stop will always be a mystery. My entire body is one huge overexcited nerve ending. I'm shaking so badly that my breasts are quivering. My breathing is ragged and uneven. He climbs off the machine and stands next to it. I gasp for breath and, suddenly realizing where I am supposed to be, I ask, "Permission to get down, sir?" You may step down. You did very well."I carefully climb off the soaking wet seat and slide to my knees at his.