Alice was starting to feel like it was a game of one-upmanship that she was starting to lose. However, when she thought about the stakes, she figured ...there really couldn’t be any losers. Well other than the barriers that have kept them apart previously. Meanwhile, Lisa was getting totally turned on watching the two of them. By now, all pretense of dancing had ceased. It had become a total make out session between Alice and Robert. It was an incredible turn on for Lisa, who didn’t want to do. I moved in close for a better look. I decided to risk moving to the next level.“Can I touch it?”"Alright,” she said reluctantly. I prodded her pussy with my finger and she gasped a little. I prodded her clit that was clearly visible now, poking out from under its hood.“What’s this?” I asked as Jen groaned. “Sorry, did that hurt?”“No, that’s my clitoris and is very sensitive. It’s a bit like having the end of your penis touched.”“I don’t touch that bit, It feels really strange,” I said. Time for. She responded by lifting her ass up, allowing him to pull them down. They came away, leaving her in just the bra. His hands ran back her legs, massaging as he went. He got closer to her pussy, she wanted her clit played with, it was throbbing wanting attention. He kept the massage going, his thumbs on either side of her pussy, squeezing her pussy lips together and gently pulling them back apart. He rubbed around her pussy and clit, the pressure only adding to her need to cum. His fingers. That was her signal and so she began a quick ascent up the side of the inn, swinging one leg and then the other over the sun-baked tiles that created the inn’s attractive roof until she stood atop the inn, her statuesque form outlined briefly by the moonlight before she dropped to a crouch and began moving swiftly over the tiles, heading toward the building nearest the inn. She gave her grappling hook two successive tugs and the claw released its death grip from the brick chimney it was holding.