Remember Alice? How could you forget. And these moments impossible to get enough. Enough of this building up, teasing drifting, the grazing touches and gentle weight of her touch, implying, exposing. Enough of this ecstasy, a rising celebration of feeling, the sense that all that she is will dissolve in the wild abandonment of herself to desire. No.. there will never be enough Alice Field. But here, at least, is more.
