I suddenly heard a loud snap, felt likesomeone knocked the wind out of me and I blacked out.I slowly woke up, with that "something's really wrong type...off" queasyfeeling, and slowly opened my eyes. The room was now dark, and I had noidea of what time it was. My body didn't seem to want to respond to mythoughts. I was finally able to slowly turn my head to the right, whereSusan should be, but realized I was on the edge of the bed. Puzzled, Iturned my head back to the left, and saw Susan lying. Secure in this resolve, he stepped down into the cabin, only to be brought up short.She was standing in the dwindling sunlight, still damp from her shower, clad in nothing but one of his clean tee shirts. Her short, dark hair was still wet and rather than the smooth coif of her normal hairstyle, it was drying into soft, unruly curls. She'd washed her face clean of make up and while it no longer accented the drama of her large, dark eyes, it made them seem almost doe-like, vulnerable. He noticed. Do we have to go back yet?"Even in the dark I could feel his puppy dog eyes on me."No, love. Not yet." I let myself be pulled into another kiss, moaning softly as his hands returned to my hair, kneading my scalp. His tongue touched my lip softly. I pulled back, briefly channeling Bridget Jones. "Nice men don't kiss like that!" Oh yes they sodding do," he growled, and pulled me back in again as I giggled.After an eternity, certain that my lips were swollen from kissing and my hair disastrous. There were faint marks where she guessed the rings hadbeen and the odd small bruise but otherwise, apart from feeling a little tenderthey seemed relatively okay. Her pussy felt sore and so did her arse, which also felt as if it were stillfull of lubricant, Her pussy felt pretty liquid too but, and here she gaveherself a severe ticking off, that may have something to do with her currentpredicament For a moment she wondered how long she had been asleep and whether she hadin fact been in a kind of.