She had been foolish, and lost track of time. She hadn’t noticed the voices fade into the wind, until there was nothing left but the dancing ice and...snow that twirled around the logs, signalling danger, danger, danger.Her cheeks burned.‘Come here, Jean.’Sometimes, the voice was tipsy. Swollen with fermented pride and pissed away frustrations. She was lucky then. Mead dulled the mind, and slowed one’s reflexes, making it easy to escape.She continued to scratch the wood, more intensely now. She. I thought she was just sipping hers but half an hour later the bottle was empty with me and Hazel talking constantly.She disappeared then reappeared with another bottle. Id had four glasses and was in a really good mood feeling at ease, finally, in her company. She also had brought a radio so we laid and listened to the music, chatting merrily."Do you like how I look Steve?" she suddenly asked me. "You're gorgeous" I spluttered out. "But I must go for dinner". "Steve it's past two o'clock". Fifteen minutes passed, and it was becoming an issue controlling myself, the vibe was doing its work and I was becoming sensitive to its movement. The juices from my pussy already soaking the seat and I had visions of soaking through the seat.We pulled up to a stop as we were running ahead of time and needed to wait to stay on schedule. The driver turned to me. "Enjoying the view, love?"I blushed beetroot, my pussy contracting around the vibe which really didn't help matters!"You have been. " I'm still coming and staying until the end of visiting hours and thenI'll be back the next morning until they wheel you away and then I'mgoing to sit outside the operating theatre until it's all done." When I come out of the anaesthetic, I'll still be a bit woozy." Make sure you tell me or I might mistake it for your normal self." Would you like to stay this evening, all night I mean?" I'd love to but I will need to make an early start because I'll have togo to my place and change into fresh.