Slip them on." Without even thinking I did as he said, picking up our stuff and walking back up to the car park with him, holding his hand. It was of...surreal and kind of dreamy. The hiss in my ears was a dull background hum and I was amazed I'd managed to do what I'd done. My slick pussy lips slipped back and forth against each other as I walked, and the click, click, click of the Ben Wahs was relentless. But I was exhilarated! We had to do this again sometime. Maybe I would get to flash. ‘See to Clara, would you, best if she sleeps away from the time vortex for a night or too.’ ‘Something wrong with a time vortex?’ Clara asked, leaning against the TARDIS’s doorway, but in a slightly suspicious way. ‘Not unless you’re pregnant. Or are planning to get pregnant. Or were born from a pregnant woman.’ *** ‘You’d better not tell me this has something to do with magical numbers that are very lucky but also kill you,’ Madame Vastra said in her sitting room. She had a French. "Correction; I look motherfucking good!" I smiled, and then took it back off. I put it back on my bed and examined it again. "Damn it, David. You wrinkled the shit out of this with your skinny ass." I locked myself in my room, and picked out different accessories and everything else I wanted for my date the next weekend. About three hours after the outburst, I heard a knock on the door as I was still in just my thong. I put on a bra, opened the door, and saw David standing there looking down.. I pulled the skin on his balls, stretching it down and back toward his ass, making his dick thrust forward even more. He groped at my top like a maniac, using both hands to wrench open the rest of my dress, making the buttons pop off explosively. He pulled the satin chemise down off my shoulders roughly, causing my tits to fall into his hands in a bouncing heap. "They're incredible!" he gushed appreciatively, lowering his face into my cleavage & disappearing into the void momentarily, sucking.