So she had strolled back into her parents’ home as bold as brass and resumed her education and her normal life, but with a drunken, borderline porno...raphic episode on her CV.Two years later she had met Rolf, who was ten years older and running his father’s car dealership. He had money, confidence and a certain worldliness that she found irresistible.He was also, she had to admit, an arsehole: a domineering, opinionated jerk and it was infuriating to her that that side of him didn’t turn her. She slithered up the bed and stopped, kneeling in front of my erection, to remove her bra. She wore a sheer white lace balcony bra that cupped the milky white hemispheres of her very round breasts like two strong hands. As she leaned forward, the pink edges of her nipples appeared and her full breasts began slipping the bonds of her bra cups. She reached back to unclasp her bra but I pulled her nearer.“Please, allow me,” I whispered into her ear, holding her face next to me. I reached behind. I have to say I was quite relieved, and very happy to have Rachael to myself. We sat and talked about the three of us, and I soon realised that Rachael was now a great deal more serious and wanting a permanent relationship. She was okay about us having the odd session where we invited Lynette in with us, but she brought up the fact that Lynette wanted to bring Shane into our circle. She was absolutely against this, and freely admitted she was jealous.Now as I have said, I was pretty keen to. "Can you walk all right... ?" Y-Yes..." She followed him obediently to the car.They drove for a while, and then Roger left the paved road and took a narrow dirt road going through open country. Meanwhile, Alice remained sleepily sitting beside him.After a long drive through dirt roads and muddy paths, they arrived at a place that seemed to be located deep inside the rural area. From the window, Alice could see a huge frame house, with woods so old that they were that brownish grey of the rotten.