About half of them knew why I was there and danced on as if I was invisible. Some struck poses and a very few picked up the pace, trying to guarantee ...a place in the scrapbook. It turns out that that is how to get left out. I like to shoot candid: if you are going to pose or clown around for the camera, it had better be good. I did get some super pictures though. Those kids were quite creative.One of the dancers caught my eye. She was tallish, slender and attractive in an almost-model sort of. As horny as she was she couldn’t help but notice that Harry was really quite good looking, he had a really sexy look whenever he was listening to Britney. She checked him out from the corner of her eye and was drawn to the swelling bulge in his pants, it was huge! She couldn’t help but stare at it, she’d never seen one that big. She could feel her young pussy getting wet again… maybe it was time to be a little adventurous. She adjusted her hair and made started singing along in her best Britney. “Mrs. Thompson? I am about to start the lawn mower and I didn’t want to startle you.” He said with his hand still on my tit. I dropped my gaze down to his crotch to check for a bulge, and sure enough he had one, so I reach out and put my hand on it and said, “It’s ok Timmy, thanks for being so considerate.” “You are such a good boy.” I said as I continued to stroke his bulge through his shorts. Then he began to shudder and spurt in his pants. His orgasm face made me smile a bit but when he was. Staying out in field and waiting to be found would have taken too long, and I was much more likely to find a Pokemon in the woods here. At least, that was the idea. But the sun was starting to go down, and I hadn’t seen a tuft or feather of any critter. Everything was eerily still. Eerily quiet.Another reason I should have been concerned.I wasn’t, of course. Whatever had been done to me also made my head much more susceptible to going with the flow of whatever had happened to me. Well, suppose.