Like the other time she stepped out again to show him. He looked at her and somehow his eyes got wet. He took her in his arms, and held her as if she ...ere about to run away. She smiled at him again. ‘Come,’ she said. ‘I’ll put my dress back on.’ Early that afternoon Dave bought a second ticket to fly them to Southampton. He finished his final appointment and then they took the tube to the outskirts. Alice held an arm round Dave’s waist as they walked to the house she was born in. She showed. Finally, she scraped her hip on a broken tree limb which opened a four inch gash on her hip and ripped the waist band of her serviceable white cotton panties. Along the way the remnants of her panties worked their way down her legs, and were lost; she had lost her shoes, and now, totally naked, whipped, her body and feet bleeding from a multitude of cuts and scrapes, she staggered into The Clearing. Almost comatose from hunger, dehydration and stress, she fell to her knees just as she entered. One action was me switching to my other hand to pleasure myself and let my soaked one on the back of Tiffany's head. That was when he lazily leaned towards me and wrapped his arms around me. I saw Tiffany gradually thrusting her lips, but I couldn't see her whole face. I undoubtedly liked that, and I made all three of us shake a bit. We held each other for just a moment, but then he let go of me, and I kissed him again. After my lips came off his, I wanted to speak, but he brought his finger to. She touched it gently with the tip of her finger and said provocatively, “You don’t know what you’re missing honey.” I thought it was a bit out of order but Lucy didn’t seem concerned at all. She might be straight but she certainly wasn’t a prude and much of what we talked about for the next hour or as we drank more brandy had a sexual theme. The clock ticked round to about ten-fifteen and I figured that Lucy would want to make tracks soon so I asked her to let me call her a cab when she was.