I was at a festival with some friends. I made my way past the food venders onto the lush green grass. The barely there jeweled sandals I was wearing a...lowed the grass to tickle my toes. I had on a pale green sleeveless cotton dress that matched my eyes. Large black sunglasses framed my face, while my dark brown hair spread across my shoulders in loose waves. I took some deep breaths trying to shake him out of my head. He was a total stranger, I did not even know his name. I had seen him a. "Hey, don't you know that it's against the rules to not have a drink in your hand? Here, have some punch." I don't ... oh, what the hell," Mark said, taking the plastic cup from Mike. He was glad he'd stuck to the punch; apparently the bar mixed them pretty stiff. "What's in this stuff, anyway?" Don't know," Mike admitted. "All Carrie has ever said is that it's based on some sort of German forty-rod that Helga imports from the Black Forest." He laughed, and went on, "There was the year that. ? All the information technology, mediumdensity housing, intrusions by unsolicited telemarketers, advertising bill boards and so called modern conveniences of societyfaded into insignificance out here.? Herthoughts were interrupted as Sir made his way into the kitchen. ?Hello angel? he said and he kissed her on the cheek. He smiled at her, pleased that she had made the sandwichesand the smell of freshly brewed coffee had him reaching for two mugs from thecupboard. ?How did you sleep? he asked. I knew it was probably a bad decision but I asked Beth if she wanted to get a night cap back at our hotel room and she said sure. Well back at the hotel room I was pushed aside and Beth started kissing Jean. They were on fire for each other but Beth was clearly in charge. Jean is submissive so Beth dominated her from the start. I had never seen Jean like this and as Beth fucked her Jean must of come at least a half dozen times. In the end I fucked Beth and when I came she grabbed Jean by.