I was too afraid to talk to Eddy, so after dinner I went straight to my room. I worried that I had pushed my luck too far. Had I gotten myself into tr...uble? Now the strike of pure lust had ebbed away, I cursed myself for my forwardness. It was wrong. Even though I had always believed desire shouldn’t be denied, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was a freak. And more importantly, I wondered if Eddy thought I was a freak. I wiped the tears away and pulled out my sketchbook to draw. It always helped. )The next morning, it was decided that Hardcase would go into town dressed in her finest greenery, accompanied by Mr. Bigfoot. Freaky had made stone sabots for those who wanted them, and in Hardcase's case, they had little planters on top, to root her vines in. The vines twined up her legs, and anchored in a wreath about her bluegreen hair. For style's sake, the wreath was adorned with little red berries, and the cunning vine hid all her prurient parts from salacious views. Mr. Bigfoot. She smiled at the thought. ‘Okay Bridge! Enough of lying in bed. Time to go out and face the world,’ Sian said. They both got up and found their pajamas. Before going out, they both went to the bathroom to clean off a little of the remnants from the night. As Bridget brushed out her hair, she made little cries of pain as the brush caught on little dried bits of Sian’s pussy juice. Sian couldn’t help but laugh a little which earned her a light swat on the rear. Bridget’s stern look didn’t last. I then feigned very drunk and asked him to send me home like he did to my husband.When we reached the front door I pretended to be so drunk to open the door and I handed him the key. As soon as I entered the living room I sprawled onto the couch as Ragu closed the door behind him. He then tried to find out if I was ok and I assured him that I was a little tipsy that’s all. I asked him to help me to the bedroom and acted to be staggering, I switched on the lights and complaining of the.