The most memorable segment we traversed can only be described as the Murkwood brought to life. A curious way of describing a place more associated wit... not-life.Huge dark trees pressed against the edge of the Highway strip, their canopies actually reaching overhead to block out most of the sky. Thick with vines and creepers, you couldn't see a foot off to either side. Yet this jungle was alive with every kind of animal sound you could imagine — and some beyond imagination, and some quite. You and I know what's going to take place over the next week but keep it cool with not so much as a half second of eye contact. Not just to keep from blowing our plot, but mostly because my eyes are too immediately fixated on your wife as I see her for the very first time in the flesh, in all of her amazing, voluptuous glory. As I devour her ass, thighs, belly and tits with my eyes, my cock immediately swells and my heart is pounding out of my chest in anticipation of what might happen over. I had discovered a new "establishment" in Blackburn, made a phone call, and was very soon chatting away to the unknown lady on the other end as if we had known each other for years. I got the address, rang off, and drove over there. I soon found myself ringing the door bell of a small bungalow in a suburban cul de sac. The door opened and a pretty thirty something lady opened the door and let me in, and lead me through to the kitchen.As we walked in to the kitchen, well, I was just like a k**. She looked down. Her body was a mass of bruises that centered around her breasts and inner thighs. Her breasts were almost raw and even the soft nylon gown rubbing against the tips sent sharp waves of excruciating pain through them. She suddenly vomited, sobbing hysterically."Oh, it didn't happen, it didn't, it just couldn't," she babbled incoherently over and over to herself, still hanging over the basin. "I'll ask Julia, she'll tell me it didn't happen, she'll tell me it didn't happen.".