"It's...real." Lecia, get back!"With a sharp inhale, the group leader regains her senses. Following the others' actions, she steps away, pulling her h...ood back up to protect herself from the hot particles fluttering about. This is just as the green fire howls and more embers spew out, causing those around to recede further into the darkness.Luckily, its torrent doesn't last long. It crackles weakly for ten or so seconds before all its flames and heat are pulled into the pit in one swoop, snuffed. Her husband, Jerry, was an easy going Caucasian guy, a year or two older than Erica, that I got along with very well. They both knew that Yoli and I had experimented a little with the swinging lifestyle and were curious about it! Of course, Jerry was very interested! He had mentioned to me previously that he and Erica had thought about playing with others and had actually come close, but things had fallen apart at the last minute and the situation had not presented itself again.So, after we all. “See you next week then, Jeremy.”I insist she calls me Jez.**A fine sunny day in July. Somehow everything feels better when the weather is hot. Everyone seems happier, and the ladies seem to wear less and less. The town is a non stop procession of bared arms, legs and waists. I feel good for once as I enter Jacob’s, the bell tolling loudly as I enter. This time Trina is waiting for me.“Hello Jez. I’ll be with you in two seconds.”She goes to the back room, returning with my trousers.“Do you want. We danced good together, we always did. We had more drinks and danced even more.I danced with Marsha and she mentioned how happy Carol seemed, I had to agree. It was like the old Carol was back. We left the lounge and headed up to our rooms. I was surprised when we had a king size bed instead of two doubles.Carol was a little high but not drunk. I didn't say anything because I wasn't sure what her plans were. She asked me to unzip her dress. I did and she slipped it off and went into the.