Desirée was never late and if she wasn't here now, then it meant something was wrong."Waiting for someone, handsome?" said a familiar, sultry v...ice.Mark looked up. "Priscilla. What are you doing here?" Little Dezzy couldn't make it, Darling. She was otherwise occupied, shall I say?" I'm in no mood for jokes. How did you know I was going to be here?"Priscilla laughed irresistibly. "Oh, Mark, I can know anything I want to know. Don't forget who you're talking to." To the world's worst,. " She said she'd lost it but had your number on her mobile." Oh, I see." He smiled and added, "Typical." Well, come on. Open your present."Robin did as he was told. It was a Meissen figurine of a country boy and girl holding hands and looking into each other's eyes. Robin was deeply touched."Thank you, Lottë darling," he said. "It's beautiful. I love it. Let's go and put it on the mantelpiece in the sitting room."He took her hand and led her there. They both stood back and admired it. "It's. ..”“Good. And just to be nice I’ll go outside and make sure there’s nobody watching, all right? When you hear me tap on the window, open the blind.”And I left before she could protest any further. I walked quickly to the only door that led out to the back area and propped it open with a rock before making my way to the lit window and, after a cursory glance around, tapping on it.To Carol’s credit the blind immediately began to rise like a curtain and I was soon able to see her, still. ”“Sorry... I had to... shave my pussy,” I panted.He blinked as I came up to him. I stopped and struggled to catch my breath. I grabbed his arm for support, half bending over as I sucked in air.“You had to... shave? For Terry?”“God, stop being such a jealous idiot. Because my bush would totally be on display. Look.” I straightened and pointed at my crotch.His jaw dropped. “Holy fucking crap, Zelda, I can see your pussy lips. It's like your practically naked.”“I know,” I said, turning around..