Choice Tales from the Vale – (459) Christmas in the Dark

 

The Dulcets were a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow which was a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it was on the banks of the river where the Marshall family home was situated and the Marshall’s were playing host to the Ridings during Christmas.

On the last Saturday before the big day youngest son Johnny Marshall came upon his sixteen-year-old cousin Chantal Ridings standing in the middle of his bedroom, completely naked wearing only jewellery, tinsel in her hair and a smile.

Following that the first of several sexual encounters occurred between them in the kitchen.

 

He had trouble getting to sleep, he thought about closing the curtain wondering if it was the moonlight keeping him awake but decided not to and dozed off.

He had no idea how long he had slept but when he began to stir, he was instantly aware that his cock was stirring also, and he drifted in and out of sleep with his mind full of vivid erotic dreams.

He dreamt he could feel fingers stroking his shaft and tugging and teasing him to full erection.

It felt so real, and his cock was so hard, then he dreamt that he felt…, no not dreamt, he definitely felt the telltale feathering of a tongue flicking round his knob.

So he lifted his head off the pillow and he could see a figure in the gloom but he couldn’t tell whose lips and wet mouth had enveloped his helmet, he glanced down again but still couldn’t tell whose head was pleasuring his swollen cock but he knew very well it was Chantal whose mouth was around his prick and sucking on him.
Waking up to the unexpected delight of his cock in a hot girls mouth was amazing so he lay back and savored the pleasure.

In order to take him into her throat Chantal half climbed onto the bed presenting him with her beautiful round arse well in striking distance of his hand.
So he reached out a paw and groped up her nightie, caressing her round buttocks, enjoying its firmness and fullness.

Then while she slurped on his grateful member he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her knickers and yanked them down to her knees to expose the swollen lips of her hairy pussy, and he probed her creamy wet pussy and managed to elicit moans of pleasure between the slurps on his shaft.
After a period of sustained fingering and without disengaging her mouth from his swollen member she wriggled her legs free of her panties and clambered onto Johnny’s chest to present her hot ripe minge to his waiting mouth.

“Breakfast is served” he said then noshed on her, slurping her cunny juice like nectar.
“Enjoy” Chantal responded

She brought him to the brink of tipping his load time after time until she came, and her fanny was farting in hoarse whispers.
Eventually Chantal could wait no longer and jumped quickly off him and stripped off her nightie so he could fuck her naked.
As he lay their watching her strip, in the moonlight, his face covered in her juice, he thought how much he loved her body.

He was still admiring her body as she climbed on him, especially her incredible tits, and then she was impaling her eager nonny on to his waiting shaft and began pumping on it like a piston.

Her tits jiggled uncontrollably as she thrashed about wildly moaning like a beast as she rode on him like a bucking bronco before she screamed out in orgasm and Johnny exploded inside her, pumping hot spunk into her quivering quim.
Chantal’s cunny spasming in time with the pulsing of each ejaculation of his cock and then they collapsed and slept where they had come to rest after their exertions with Johnny’s cock still inside her cunny.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (458) Two Days After Boxing Day

 

The Dulcets were a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow which was a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it was on the banks of the river where the Marshall family home was situated and the Marshall’s were playing host to the Ridings during Christmas.

On the last Saturday before the big day youngest son Johnny Marshall came upon his sixteen-year-old cousin Chantal Ridings standing in the middle of his bedroom, completely naked wearing only jewellery, tinsel in her hair and a smile.

Following that the first of several sexual encounters occurred between them in the kitchen.

 

Two days after Boxing Day the twins were on a play date, the grandparents had returned home and both lots of parents had gone to Finchbottom for the day and much to Chantal’s frustration Johnny was on the early shift, again, and he mentioned that he might go for a beer with his mates before returning home, but dirty Chantal had a plan to make sure that wouldn’t happen. 

 

Johnny was in the locker room getting changed when all of a sudden, his phone vibrated in his pocket, he took it out and he smiled when he saw it was a message from Chantal.

When he opened it, he saw it was a video message and when it began he gasped, so he took his phone into a cubicle.

She was in his bedroom sitting on his bed with her back against the headboard, a large white fluffy towel wrapped around her.

“This is for you babe” she said and let the towel fall away and he could she her in all her splendour.  

Then Chantal started rubbing herself with baby oil, first her breasts, then her belly, her thighs, and finally her pussy and then only her pussy and she got very hot very quick, he supposed she was already highly aroused before she started.

Chantal was breathing hard and biting her lip, and then she hooked her finger inside her labia and pulled it aside so she could flick her clit which she did ferociously and was moaning coarsely while still maintaining eye contact with the lens, so he would know it was all for him.

Johnny was enthralled by her display and exceedingly turned on and was tempted to get his tool out and wank along with her, but he didn’t want to miss a second of her and he knew she was close, he would come with her on the next screening.   

Chantal was now wanking with both hands, her forefingers side by side rubbing along her crease and her palms stroking her lips.

Her delicious moaning grew louder and louder as her hands pumped down her crack, faster and faster and as she pushed down, her thighs raised up.

She was so close to bliss, and her face was contorted with ecstasy as she bit her lip.

Chantal used one hand to reach up and grab the headboard as she bucked and squirmed towards orgasm and employed her remaining hand to rub her pussy lips mercilessly until she came noisily with gusto and continued rubbing herself in the aftermath of her orgasm.

Chantal smiled smugly at him, while she panted, then her smile broadened, and her face adopted a wicked demeanour as she held her hand to her face and sniffed her scent off her palm and then repeated the process with the other hand and all the while smiling at the camera.

Chantal put a finger to her mouth and pulled her lip down in a naughty schoolgirl kind of way and closed her eyes.

After a minute of watching the dirty little panting sex monster laying slumped, spent, and disgraced against the headboard she suddenly opened her eyes and rushed over to the laptop.

“I really want you” she said and smiled and then she got really close to the screen and whispered

“And I love you” and kissed the screen and then she was gone.

“Wow that was incredible” he said “and she loves me”

She had resisted saying it before, even though she felt it since before they fucked for the first time, he loved her too, but he’d just never said it.        

He was in the cubicle for about ten minutes while he waited for his erection to subside, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to stand up as virtually every drop of blood in his body was residing in his cock.

When he was just at the point when he was ready to move the phone went off again.

“What now?” he said “I don’t know if I can cope with another video”

But it wasn’t a message it was a text from his mate Phil.

“Where are you? We’re in the pub”

So, he quickly typed his reply

“Sorry I have somewhere I need to be”

Choice Tales from the Vale – (457) DIY Christmas

 

Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the North but it’s in the small village of Oxley Ridge.

The Oxley’s were a popular destination for visitors all year round, including corporate events and outward-bound courses, and the visitors were very important to the local economy, from hospitality and supplies, to guides and instructors.

On the outskirts of the village there was an Outdoor Pursuit Centre, with a shop, Café, and an accommodation block. 

And at one end there was the staff accommodation block similar in design to university student accommodation but much smaller.

There were four rooms per unit, sharing a kitchen, seating area and bathroom.

While the Administration block contained offices, storerooms, and a common room, with comfortable chairs, where staff can sit around and relax, drink coffee, and watch TV or just sit around talking.

Matthew Irving was a few weeks short of his twenty third birthday as Christmas approached and as he was a single man with no family he always volunteered to work over Christmas, and although he only lived in Oxley Green, he chose to stay in the staff block as the road between the villages was prone to closures in the worst of the winter.

Christmas was normally quieter than normal but that didn’t mean that everyone stayed home drinking eggnog, that year however he expected fewer visitors than usual because of the deteriorating weather, but as he was also a Mountain Rescue volunteer, he didn’t expect his yuletide to be exactly quiet.

However he didn’t quite call it correctly, it was quiet workwise because the Village was shut down by a snowstorm, but it was quite an eventful time inside the staff accommodation when Alicia Willmott seduced him into taking her cherry and for the three days they were snowed in he banged her like a drum, and she enjoyed every minute of it, and it didn’t end there, because they became fuck buddies which was a mutually satisfactory arrangement.

They hadn’t hooked up over Christmas itself as she had family stuff to do but he thought they would probably do something two days after Boxing Day as they were rostered on together.

It was late when he parked the car outside the staff block, the unit was in semi darkness when he arrived, and her car was parked outside.

By the time he got inside and locked the door he had a bit of a semi on, due to the anticipation, then he headed towards his room, but as he passed the kitchen he hesitated as he caught sight of Alicia sitting on the kitchen counter fingering herself.

She was sitting with her eyes closed, biting her lip, her sweater above her cute breasts as the fingers of one hand toyed with her erect nipple while her other hand was down inside her knickers as her small digits diligently frigged her crack, her trousers were around her calves, which could fall no further as she still had her boots on.

Matthew had no qualms about observing the sensual scene, it may not have been the gentlemanly thing to do, but it was delicious, and he was sure she was patently aware she was not alone, and knew she was being watched would have excited her greatly.

The semi he had when he walked through the door had turned to a full-on boner, so he put his gear down and started to undress.

Alicia of course wasn’t fazed or embarrassed as he walked into the kitchen, nor did she stop what she was doing, but she did open her eyes.

“You started without me” he said walking up to her and kissing her full on the mouth.

Alicia was still fingering her crack, as her other hand abandoned her tit and reached out to grab his swollen cock.

“Did you enjoy the show?” she asked between kisses

“Very much” he replied

“I can tell” she purred and pulled her knickers to one side and guided his cock towards her pussy.

But Matthew wasn’t ready to go in her just yet, so he picked her up and plopped her down on the table and shoved her backwards before pushing her legs back so her knee’s rested on her tits.

Matthew looked lustily down while her fingers busied at her pink pussy, so with a hand behind each knee to hold her open he licked at her flesh while her fingers diligently frigged between her hairy lips.

Knelt before her he noshed on her juicy cunt, which because of her delicious self-abuse was very juicy indeed and so it didn’t take long for the two of them to take her to climax and he was soon standing again and this time he plugged his cock into her juicy cunny and with her knees still resting on her tits and her hands gripping the table as he fucked her hard, which is what she wanted, a good hard fucking.

 

Alicia was draped over the kitchen table, like a slutty tablecloth while he sat on the cold floor.

“That was very satisfactory” she sighed

“You’re satisfied?” he asked

“Very definitely” she replied

“You won’t want seconds then?” he asked, and she lifted her head

“Well, it wasn’t that satisfying” Alicia said “So we could try and do better”

So, he got to his feet and helped her to her feet and took her by the hand and led her, with her tits still exposed and her trouser still above her boots, waddling to his room where they had a much more leisurely fuck.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (456) Thawed over Christmas

 

December 28th

 

In mid-December wealthy businessman Oliver Beaumont was in Scotland for the funeral of an old family friend, and the wake was held at the Glen Carrick Castle, which is where he was reunited with Pandora Molesworth, a very distant cousin.

After a pleasant dinner together accompanied by copious quantities of booze, and then the restaurant staff made it clear that they had worn out their welcome, so she said

“Let’s go to your room for a Nightcap”

In his room after a period of conversation she initiated a sexual encounter but as his hands explored her thigh beneath her hem, she suddenly broke off

“Stop! It’s no good” she said

“Hang on what’s wrong?” he asked

“The same thing that always bloody happens” she snarled “Nothing”

So, their newfound relationship had begun in very inauspicious circumstances when her attempted seduction ended with her confession of frigidity.

 

However, on the journey back to Downshire following an act of immodest opportunism, he repeatedly sullied her on the train in their first-class compartment, to such an extent that her legs couldn’t support her own weight.

 

Since returning to Downshire she had been a guest on the Beaumont Estate in Chapel Hill, which was Oliver’s luxurious home, which consisted of a 17th century farmhouse, which had been converted and added to over the years.

The barns and outbuildings had also been converted, there was a gym, a pool and garages and staff accommodation.

 

Once Pandora had regained her strength Oliver entered into a cycle of dealing with her frigidity by finding inventive ways of getting her wet, so she could be sullied to their mutual satisfaction.

 

Over the weeks following, her frigidity became a thing of the past, and whereas before she was seldom wet, now she was rarely dry.

In between Christmas and New Year, she wanted to go back to her flat to pick up some more of her things, clothes, makeup, and underwear.

So, his driver Sarah drove them to her flat in Northchapel and dropped them off.

So, she gathered all the things she wanted together and packed a case, and then they were going to head back to Chapel Hill, but she got horny, so she ended up bent over the sofa while he fucked her.

Afterwards they’d gone from ravished to famished so they ordered a takeaway and decided they might as well spend the night, so he called Sarah and arranged to be picked up the next morning, then they spent the night in her bed, although there wasn’t much sleeping going on, as he spent much of it in her.

 

The next morning Sarah drove them back to Chapel Hill and both of them dosed off.

When they got back to the house, they took her stuff upstairs and then he said

“I’m going for a swim; I’ll see you down there?” 

“No, I’m tired” she replied “I think I’ll have a sleep”

“Oh, that’s a shame” Harry said “because after a swim I thought we could play for a bit before sleep, but if you’re too tired never mind”

Five minutes later Pandora arrived by the pool wearing her yellow bikini, Harry liked what he could see, the whole package, but his eyes were drawn to the crotch of her bottoms which already sported a wet patch.

“I like you in that” he said “but I don’t think you need to be wearing it, I didn’t bother keeping mine on”

Oliver lay back on the water, so his manhood floated on the water, then he watched as she took off her bikini top and released her lovely tits before wriggling out of her bottoms to expose her gloriously hairy brunette bush.

He knew she wouldn’t dive in because she didn’t like to have her head under water so he bided his time as she prepared to sit down and the moment her buttocks hit the tiles, he struck before she could slip into the water, and pushed her knees apart and snuffled along her thigh like a pig after truffles until he was tasting her sour liquor.

“Oh Oli” she gasped

 

Pandora was laying stretched on the poolside as he noshed on her juicy cunny and then her body went rigid as he brought her to climax.    

She moved with real urgency after she came and sat up on the edge of the pool and was biting her lip as she slid into the water and onto his cock.

And with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and her ankles crossed behind his buttocks, he banged her unceremoniously against the side of the pool until she came noisily in the turbulent water.

After the noisy conclusion to their union, they stayed in their final embrace in the pool for five minutes before they moved.

They very nearly got caught in flagrante delicto when Alicia came looking for him.

Fortunately, she made plenty of noise to herald her arrival as she knew what they were like, which gave Pandora time to grab the costume off the pool side so they could redress under the water, before she got to them.

 

When they got out of the pool Oliver looked at Pandy’s arse and laughed

“You’ve got you knickers on inside out and back to front”

“Oh yes, no wonder they feel uncomfortable” she said

“Let’s get upstairs so you can take them off and make me more comfortable”

“What again?” he said, “I remember not long ago, you were arid and frigid, what happened?”

“You did Oliver” she said, and she gave him a soft, gentle, and affectionate kiss before they left the pool and went in search of comfort.

EVERYONE IN THE GROTTO KNOWS

 

Everyone in the grotto knows

The reason for Santa’s ho ho ho’s

And why Santa’s little helper is all aglow

Because she is the latest of Santa’s ho’s

In her green woolly panty hoes

Pixie shoes with turned up toes

Her outfit held together with velcro

Everyone in the grotto knows

Santa gets inside her pixie clothes

And fills her stocking, ho ho ho

Choice Tales from the Vale – (455) The Day After Boxing Day

 

The Dulcets were a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet St Mary, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet-on-Willow which was a large sprawling village beside the gentle shallow River Willow, which ran unhurriedly from the Pepperstock Hills to the more vibrant River Brooke, and it was on the banks of the river where the Marshall family home was situated and the Marshall’s were playing host to the Ridings during Christmas.

On the last Saturday before the big day youngest son Johnny Marshall came upon his sixteen-year-old cousin Chantal Ridings standing in the middle of his bedroom, completely naked wearing only jewellery, tinsel in her hair and a smile.

Following that the first of several sexual encounters occurred between them in the kitchen.

 

The Day After Boxing Day the twins were on a play date, the grandparents had returned home and both lots of parents had gone to Abbottsford for the day and much to Chantal’s frustration Johnny was on the early shift.

 

When he returned home at lunchtime, he was expecting to find her red hot and ready to go, but when he spied the scene through the partly open door to the lounge it gave him an instant hard on.
Chantal was sitting in his dad’s favourite chair completely naked, her clothes discarded nearby on the floor and one leg was draped over the arm of the chair as she happily pleasured herself.

Her eyes were closed but she knew she wasn’t alone as she fingered herself and he was very aroused as she wriggled and writhed and extracted moan after delicious moan from her endeavours as her fingers worked eagerly between her lips at her moist pink flesh.

Johnny had discarded his trousers and boxers and had his cock in hand as he stepped silently into the room and began tugging on his engorged organ as he stood before her and then she opened her eyes and smiled.
But she had eyes only for the hand pulling on his rise and she matched the rhythm of her fingering to his masturbation until she motioned to him to come closer to her in the chair.
Still tugging on his organ he approached her and with her free hand she grabbed his erection and pulled it to her mouth.
With one hand he braced himself on the back of the chair while the other one caressed her hair.
Suddenly her thighs drew together as she came and as she squirmed in the chair and the moan died in her throat she continued to suck on him until she suddenly released his cock and jumped up and knelt in the chair and gripped the chair back and presented her moist minge to him.
He stood behind her and fondled her plump white buttocks kneading them like bread dough then he knelt down to lick her moist cunny
“I want you in me now” Chantal snapped
“Don't worry” he replied, “I just want a taste”
“Johnny please” she begged, so he stood up and put a hand on each cheek, caressing her gently before penetrating her.

Chantal released a fruity chuckle as he slid inside her and his hands played with her breasts as he thrust into her tight young pussy again and again.
He fondled and squeezed her huge tits right up to the moment her fit taught young body gave a shudder as she came, and he quickly followed.

Johnny withdrew from her cunny, and she collapsed into the chair and curled up in the corner panting and smiling.

He walked out to the hall and picked up his clothes and when he turned around, she had started to put her knickers on and was looking coy and beguiling.

“You won’t be needing them” he said

“Unless you don’t want to do it again” He added so she slipped her drawers off again, grabbed up all her clothes, pushed past him and ran giggling up the stairs.

Choice Tales from the Vale – (366) Boxing Day Cover

 

The traditional seaside resort of Sharpington-by-Sea has all the usual things to have a great time by the seaside, a Victorian Pier, seafront hotels, crazy golf, The Palladium ballroom, well maintained gardens, promenade, theatre, and illumination, as well as amusement arcades and of course the Sharpington Fun Park.

It also had the grand neighbourhood of Granite Hill, which in a nod to San Francisco, the locals had nicknamed Nob Hill, but it was at the other end of the town where Christmas had arrived at The Sandcastle Arms.

The pub was managed by 30-year-old James Mosely, who was singularly unremarkable to look at, which was in complete contrast to his girlfriend, 19-year-old temporary barmaid, Danielle Brannigan, who was remarkable in almost every way, brunette, attractive, tall, slender, leggy, busty and very popular with the punters.

 

In previous years when he had no one special in his life he worked most of Christmas, so he could give his staff more time with their loved ones, but this year he had Danielle, and she was very demanding on his time.

So, he closed the pub altogether on Christmas day and opened limited time on Boxing Day and the day after.  

Which was why he left Hannah Yates and Mike Roast in charge of the lunchtime session on Boxing Day so they could walk up to Nob hill to spend the afternoon at the Mosely family home.

 

Hannah and Mike were both university students, and although they both attended Abbottsford University, they were doing different degrees and had never met before they started working at the Sandcastle.

They got on very well despite his being quite shy and fancying the pants off her, and even though Hannah really had the hots for him as well, nothing happened.

She knew he liked her; she’d caught him looking at her on more than one occasion but despite her dropping hints he never asked her out.

Hannah was an old-fashioned girl though and didn’t believe in asking a boy out, she preferred to be more Suttle and use her allure.

Which of course didn’t work, even though she’d given him all the signals, green lights and all the bells and whistles, he just wasn’t getting the message.

So after having worked together for a number of months she decided that she obviously had to make the signal clearer.

To that end Danielle had made sure they were working alone at the lunchtime session on Boxing Day to aid Hannah in her conquest.

She was further aided by the weather as Sharpington was hit by heavy snow, which kept away all but the hardiest of punters.

So, she had ample opportunity for some heavy duty flirting in between serving customers, for the last half an hour they had no customers at all so when she wasn’t flirting, she was formulating her plan, so at 13.59 she said

“We might as well shut up now”

“Ok” he agreed

“You lock the door while I have a pee” she added

By the time he had finished securing the doors and switching off the fruit machines Hannah reappeared behind the bar with nothing on below the waist except for an apron and when she bent over in front of him, he could see everything he’d ever desired, her round pert arse, her dewy pink lips and sprouts of red hair visible against the white skin of her thighs and she looked back at him and asked.

“Do you see anything you like?”

“Yes everything” he replied, and she stood up and removed her apron

“Then come and get it while its hot” she said invitingly

“James and Danielle won’t be back for at least an hour”

He stepped inside and closed the door behind him and locked it.

“Well before we go any further, I have to know something” she said as she stood close up to him.

“Are you going to ask me out?”

“Only if the answer is yes” he replied

“I’m standing here with my fanny on display, do you really think I might say no?”

“Well, it’s obvious when you put it like that” he remarked

“So?”

“So will you go out with me Hannah?”

“I knew you fancied me” she said smugly and kissed him

“So?” she asked holding him off

“So why didn’t you ask me out before?”

“I was working up to it” he replied

“Working up to it?” she retorted

“We’d have graduated Uni by the time you got round to it”

“You still haven’t answered my question” he reminded her

“Which was?”

“Which was. will you go out with me Hannah?”

“Ha ha I made you ask again” she giggled

“Shut up and kiss me” Mike said and took her in his arms and kissed her then he picked her up and sat her on the counter.

He pulled her knees apart and began kissing her leg and as he proceeded upward along her thigh, he could smell her pungent scent, a wonderful mix of femininity, arousal and lust, and the heady fragrance spurred him on.

He looked up briefly and saw Hannah had her eyes closed and was biting her lip and as she opened wide for him, he buried his face in the inviting moistness of her gash.

After making her cum he stood up and tried to put her Christmas jumper over her head, but she stopped him and said

“No, you first”

“No problem” he said and a minute later he was stripped down to his socks.

Hannah had slipped her hand down to her pussy while he was stripping and when he was naked, she stared at his significantly sizzed cock and said.

“Happy Christmas to me”

He was now permitted to pull her Jumper off over her head and play with her gorgeous tits as she steered his cock towards her pussy and rubbed his knob between her wet lips before leaving it poised, Mike twitched his shaft and his head danced lightly around her hole, then she grasped his buttocks firmly, digging her nails deeply into the flesh and pulled him into her.

“Oh Mike” she moaned “At last”

Mike thought being inside her was like wearing a liquid velvet sheath, she was so hot and so creamy it was like bathing his shaft in warm treacle.

“Mike, Mike” she panted in deep rasping moans as he pumped her, and her thighs were holding his hips like a vice and her ankles were crossed beneath his buttocks and holding him inside her.

Hannah’s breaths became coarser and deeper and when he could only give her short, measured strokes she came hot and heavy and then he exploded in her and she kissed him.

“My God Mike” she purred

“It was ok then?” He panted

“You know damn well it was” she retorted “it was so worth waiting for”

They stayed conjoined for a few minutes as she milked every last drop from him and when he lifted the knickerless Hannah off the bar top they both laughed when they saw that the worktop looked like a pan of pasta had boiled over.

Mike quickly redressed and Hannah gathered up her discarded clothes so she could go to the loo and freshen up down below and don some dry knickers so she could take him back to her mum’s house so he could get her wet again.