I don't speak their colloquial shorthand for Highway events, and I clearly don't share their intense interest for anything happening on The Highway, a...nd nothing off of it.The only times I've tuned into the 24-hour Highway coverage channels have been in the days leading up to each of my trips here. As for the regulars, I find them rather cliquish and standoffish, as though too much close contact with someone like me might contaminate them with ideas that there's more to this world than a few. Do you seek Sisterhood here?"Yes." I don't think I spoke, the word seemed to spring out of my body."You wish to taste the kiss of Xanthia?" Yes."I felt soft hands cupping my chin and then slipping behind my head to gently hold me. Soft lips touched mine and a tongue flicked into my mouth. I surrendered to the kiss, it felt wondrous, tilting my head back and accepting its passion. I felt my legs turn to jelly and my heart began to skip beats. The kiss ended as quickly as it had begun, already I. Whilst we were walking we seen lots of people and said hello to a few it was really nice see allsorts of people and k**s playing. about an hour in to the walk i needed a number 2 we looked for a loo but none were close by so i asked a guy where they were, if you continue there is some over there they are behind all those tree's but not many people use them. i wondered why! we kept walking and we came to the tree's the loo's were well hidden, i entered the loo and it was dark and shabby but when. The top barely held her breasts in place and showed off her cleavage to full advantage. Her nipples were clearly visible through the material. Under the dress she wore the tiniest of g-strings. Even then the string was visible beneath the material, circumnavigating her waist and disappearing between her bottom cheeks which were barely covered by the hem. Sat down she would have difficulty not revealing her crotch. Again I asked her if she were sure she wanted to wear it. Her response was to ask.