The couple began gathering their clothes, sensing it was time to leave. Allison just melted into me and slipped into a semi-sleep state. After getting...dressed and somewhat squared away, they came back over to the couch.“Is she alright?” asked Stacy.“Yes,” I whispered, smiling. “Thank you both for tonight. Allison loved it. I know she did. I don’t know exactly when, but I think it’s a safe bet that she will want to do this again.”Stacy’s face beamed. It almost seemed she forgot she had a. Searching for any chink in the curtains, he found one and peered through it into the room beyond. This was clearly Rose's bedroom and he saw that she had already changed into her nightwear. She was sitting in front of an ornate dressing table, brushing out her long black hair with a silver brush.Gavin waited a few more minutes to try to make sure that Rose was alone. Satisfied, he rose and tested the handle on the French windows. Finding the handle turned noiselessly, he slipped inside and. As she sat crossed-legged at the table, her skirt was up, mid-thigh, just hiding the secrets that lay beyond. Wendy smiled and sipped her wine and was already feeling heady and relaxed in the country air, and she was pleased that she had made the effort to look good in front of Jacques. She sat comfortably in the chair and made no attempt to hide her shapely thighs. Kim was a different 'kettle of fish' altogether. She was 'upfront' and never backward in coming forward. She wanted to be a model. There were signs that this meadow was a haunt of game, deer perhaps, as there was a worn path running into it towards where a small lochan stood at the other end. I filed this at the back of my head as possibly useful information; perhaps I could come up with a way of bringing down a deer.When I returned to the cave Kirsty had finished picking fern and had already made up a bed as before with her plaid and the sleeping bag. She was excitedly looking through the remaining contents of my.