Rachel shook her head. Leave it to Daniel to get her all wound up so she can crash later. Well, at least she'll sleep like a log tonight. She grinned ...to herself. Maybe he WANTS her to sleep like a log so we don't have to be quiet tonight. Her grin widened. The evening was looking better all the time!Rachel looked at herself in the mirror. "You still got it, girl!" she told her reflection as she rotated to check out the skin-tight jeans. She was proud of the firmness she saw and carefully. I’ve never seen that costume before, I comment. I bought it yesterday, could not resist it, feels so good on me, she says. I can see why babes, I love it. Can I come help you? Sure, she says knowing the costume is doing its stuff as intended. She drives the car to the back yard to get some privacy. I wonder what she has in mind the vixen. I get the hose out and start wetting the car while Zel is putting soap into the bucket. Zel is looking so good in the costume and I’m sure it will be totally. Our little battle teasing each other goes on for some time. Her teeth battle against my tongue fucking. While we both moan in pleasure, neither of us near our ultimate desire, and yet we continue. We are torturing ourselves as well as each other. She stops, I follow suit, feeling no need to overtire my tongue. She gets up, sliding her wet slit down my chest, right before she turns around and faces me. She hovers over my hard-on almost like she wants to torture me instead of sitting down. Of. Much of the caravan, dressed in their silk costumes, on stilts, walking on their hands, standing on each other's shoulders, cart wheeling, juggling and cavorting, exhorting through leathern megaphones while blowing whistles banging drums and shaking rattles "Come and see the show, amazing feats and no tricks! The mid afternoon following tomorrow night! Don't miss this chance to see sights you will never behold again!" They attracted lots of attention.Finally the big day arrived, and the.