.!....making the minarets appear to 'shimmer' in the distance.... ....we'd walked 'miles' to get here......the casbah of Marrakech....teemi...ng with people but providing welcome shade.....from that searing heat.........the snake-charmers !! ....that was my wife's biggest worry! (Not the charmers...only the snakes!). She felt every old, sun-wizened face might be harbouring a snake somewhere on his person. (I had the same feelings...but my vision was of a slightly different 'snake'. I guess it was just making meuncomfortable having a mess here." "Nesting instinct," she said knowingly."Nesting instinct?" I responded. "I'm not sure thee is such a thing." Why else would you suddenly have such a hard time tolerating a messyroom?" Maybe it's my new set of frontal lobes," I offeed."Frontal lobes?" she responded. "Yah," I confirmed. "They're the part of the brain associated withthings like organizational skills, planning, focus, etc. I'm fairlysure that there were a few. But a bigger part of me loved it.So when Seamus spun me so my back was towards him and put his hands on my hips, drawing me close, I didn't pull away but instead pushed back towards him, my ass pressing against his crotch and began to sway to the beat of the music. I had never grinded on someone I knew, and Seamus of all people seemed like the least likely person. But I let the music and his grip on my hips guide me, and we continued to dance together."Hey, can we go somewhere quieter?" Seamus. The dress had accentuated her every feature, but she was indescribably more attractive naked. As I studied her flawless figure, she strapped the toy to her body. Suck it! she commanded as she sat back down. An eager smile curled my lips as I leaned toward her and wrapped my lips around the tip of the sex toy. Eager to please, I began bobbing my head up and down, giving Candy the best blowjob I could. Being a lesbian meant I was rather new to the process, but I had incorporated a strapon into my.