Shall I ask her to message you? I asked.Ssshhh! she said in conclusion, and I decided not to mention it to Tilly.But as soon as Tilly came in, she sai..., “Geoff sent me a message.”“Oh yeah?”“Yeah. Said Arlene had been asking questions.”“What kind of questions?”“About whether I'm more exciting than her. I told him that was dangerous ground and maybe we should reconsider meeting again.” I sat up.“Oh, no, that would be a shame,” I said, trying to keep it neutral.“I know,” she said. “I said we'll. Sam took his shorts and could see some excess semen on the inside, what she then did had Roger both shocked and excited as she held the shirts up to her face licking the excess cum off the shorts, OMG did she really just do that? I don’t think she realised that Roger saw her but it did beg the question if she did similar things with her testosterone filled son.The robe was quite shirt and it was difficult sitting at the table without exposing himself however even if Sam did notice she never. I told her to take off the robe and lie on the table.Beth dropped the robe on a couch and got on the coffee table.She had scratches from briars all over her, some had cut pretty deep. Both her eyes were beginning to blacken and she had been hit in the mouth and her lips were cut. Black and blue bruises were all over her back and belly from their fists. Her breast were bruised almost all over.I told her to start at the beginning and tell me how she got here.She started to tell how she had gotten. The band was playing and the singing groups on the stage one after the other.I could not wait to get to the festivities it was so exciting (I always wanted to live in the 40's and 50's just because of the woman's fashions they wore then) I was melting seeing the younger and older boys dressed up as 1950's hoods with their tight jeans, black boots, white t-shirts, black leather jackets. The place was packed and they kept coming in. Marlene and I started to dance, she spinning me around my skirt.