She took a bite out of another and found this to be equally delightful but quite different in flavor, (this one tasting of chocolate truffles, hot Caribbean peppers, roasted goose, aged port, and melted toffee), and quite quickly this followed the first one down.

She was half way through her third when she began to feel a change come upon her, it began with a slight tingling in her hands and feet, and then a series of warm chills that ran up and down her spine that wasn’t at all unpleasant, and finally a hot glow settled in her belly that slowly crept down to her unmentionables.

She felt giddy and flushed, moist and dry, a little bit savory, a little bit sweet, and all at the same time, her skin absurdly sensitive all of a sudden, she could feel every fold and crease in her blouse and skirt, every imperfection in the weave of the cotton, and it felt like her breasts were swelling, either that or her blouse was shrinking, at the same time her nipples growing hard and tender, just the way they got whenever she rode the minstrel’s cycle.

‘Goodness,’ gasped Alice, ‘I’ve never felt like this before.’ She unbuttoned her blouse which was becoming uncomfortably small, and slipping it off she folded it and laid it across the crest of the root, likewise her skirt, her petticoat, and finally her bloomers.

And there she stood; trembling from head to foot and naked as a skylark and she simply couldn’t understand what had possessed her,  she felt quite unlike herself, she felt quite unlike anyone else she knew either, completely at a loss as to what to do with her hands which began caressing her flesh the moment her mind wasn’t looking.

And how pleasant they felt, such mature hands, such knowing fingers, they certainly knew their business, they crept along the flat of her belly and flowed like silk over her breasts, causing her nipples to ache with yearning, but before she could determine what exactly it was she was yearning for her fingers had moved on and were now tracing delicate patterns across her face, following the outline of her lips, probing her mouth as her tongue licked the hot, spicy juice from them.

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