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Epona and Iris were sitting on a mound, far from the farm’s main house, watching the sunset. Except for their earrings and bracelets, they were naked.

“This is beautiful. The longer night of the year”, Iris said, raising her head from Epona’s shoulder. Her hand tried to reach her clothes, but they weren’t anywhere near her. She kept her fingers over her womb for a moment. 

“It’s still getting darker, Iris. We don’t need to go back just yet. There’s still some sunlight behind the mountains.” Epona looked at her. Both were smiling. 

“I’m not in a hurry. It’s getting colder, that’s all.”

“Does it hurt?” asked Epona, looking at her fingers.

“This? No. Except for my first time, I never felt it hurt during sex, not even with you. It’s my womb. Five years ago I would never guess how having one felt like.” She blushed.

“I was born with one, so that’s a weird question in my case. How does it feel?”

“Well, it bleeds once a month, and then there are the cramps, so that’s a bummer.” They both laughed. “And it makes babies.”

“Well, are you ovulating right now, missy? Because there’s half a gallon of cum in there right now.” Epona noticed how much of it was already pooled next to Iris’ feet.

“Nope. No babies for you today, Epona”, she replied.

“Damn it.” 

They laughed again. Iris’ fingers were playing with her clit now.

“About the cum, well, I must say I’m disappointed I didn’t get to taste some of it today…”

“You want more? Don’t you think it’s getting dark?”

“Nope. The festival lights will guide us when we head back. Besides, do you really think it takes that long for you to shoot your load when you're in my mouth? Come here. Let momma take care of you.”

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Hey, hey! Quaraci here!

I’m not sure how the month of June is like around the world, but here in Brazil we usually have the June Festival dedicated to St. John the Baptist (“São João”, for short, in Portuguese). Although the festival takes place around June 21st to the 24th, it’s not uncommon to find typical dishes at the markets (and homes) during the entire month, almost all of them made with (probably unwise amounts of) corn and peanuts. There are special spirits available as well, mostly sweet spirits made of chocolate, or fruits, or peanuts (believe me, it tastes wonderful). Every house lights its own bonfire (if it's feasible), and sometimes neighbors get together in order to light bigger ones. For those who aren’t that close to catholic festivals, São João seems like a pretty pagan, Midsummer festival, the Summer Solstice, or Litha, in the northern hemisphere. Except for those delicious, magic peanuts, everything else looks pretty much the same to me, but then again, I’m no historian. =^____^=

No matter whether you’re approaching Midsummer or Midwinter, happy festivals, everyone!

Once again, thank you so much for the love and support. Take care!

Cheers!

Q.