<div class="floatleft">(http://www.chilloutpoint.com/images/2010/09/alisa-in-weird-land/alisa-in-weird-land-03.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Alice<br/><strong>Alias</strong>Liss, Mad Alice, Maddy<br/><strong>Location</strong>picnic<br/><strong>Time</strong>10 am day 1<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>as depicted<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Ottava<br/><hr/><br/>Alice was having a nice picnic. Or rather, she was a nice picnic. She was spread out upon a red-and-white checkered picnic blanket, with her skirt pushed up nearly to her collarbone. Little pastries and cucumber sandwiches had been set out on her heaving chest, and her legs were wrapped around the shoulders of the beautiful, ivory skinned White Queen, whose head bobbed between Alice's thighs. Alice moaned and writhed. Her fingers and toes curled and pinched the edges of the picnic blanket. She was doing everything she could not to topple over the treats set on her body. That would not do at all.<br/><br/>To make balance matters even more precarious, the March Hare, who sat beside her, set his teacup right down on her belly. "I say, Alice" the Hare babbled in a tilting, lilting, kooky voice, "Being a coffee table suits you to to a T."<br/><br/>Across from the Hare, the Mad Hatter scratched his chin, "To a T? But then she's a tea table, not a coffee table!"<br/><br/>Alice couldn't coherently reply - she was too busy moaning while the White Queen went down on her. The Hatter and Hare were barely fazed by the feasting of feminine flesh between them, lost in their semantic debate now. The Hare rejoined, "That's what I said! Being a coffee table makes her by tea spot!"<br/><br/>"T spot!" The Matter gesticulated wildly with his teacup. A frothy arc of white foam flew from the cup and streaked across Alice's face, and into her moaning mouth. "You don't use a girl as a T spot! You use her G spot!" To emphasize his point, he pointed his pointer finger at the face of hte White Queen, whose tongue was swirling deep in Alice's cunt.<br/><br/>"Gee," the Hare inspected the cunnilingus, "Very well, I see."<br/><br/>"No not C," the Hatter raved, "And not I! G!"<br/><br/>"That's what I said!" the Hare protested .<br/><br/>"I said not I. G!"<br/><br/>"Now you're saying I!"<br/><br/>"No G!"<br/><br/>"Oh gee."<br/><br/>"Yes! You give her the O when the D hits the G! G as in deep in the pussy!"<br/><br/>A disembodied smile appeared in the air. A voice purred, "Did someone say pussy?" The head of a floating striped purple cat began to fade into view.<br/><br/>The Hatter lifted his cup as if in a toast, "Why hello, I did not spot you there."<br/><br/>"Well of course," the Cheshire Cat bobbed his head, and then the rest of his body as it appeared. "That's because you were spotting Alice's G spot."<br/><br/>The Hare exclaimed, "Our thot's spot!"<br/><br/>Alice prosted, "I'm not a thot!"<br/><br/>The Hare waggled his finger, "Or so you thought, you thot."<br/><br/>"I-" Alice prostesd again.<br/><br/>"No, G!" the Hatter screamed.<br/><br/>"You-" Alice whimpered and moaned.<br/><br/>"Not U! G! G!" The Hatter raved while the White Queen's tongue tip plundered Alice's G spot, Alice screamed in orgasm, and the March Hare and Cheshire at exchanged puzzled glances. "G!"<br/><br/>"Wait-" Alice moaned as she rode out her orgasm, "I just felt Ottava, she's speaking-"<br/><br/>The Hatter exclaimed, looking toward the air, "Ottava! What's up!"<br/><br/>The Hare raised his tea cup. "Whaaaaaaasup!"<br/><br/>The White Queen looked up from Alice's lap, her face wet and shining, "Whaaasssssuuuuuu-"<br/><br/>The March Hare joined in, "-uuuuuuuu-"<br/><br/>Then the Cheshire Cat, "-uuuuuuupppppp."<br/><br/>Alice howled, "ALL OF YOU SHUT UP!"<br/><br/>The Hare drawled, "Shuuuuutuuuuuu-"<br/><br/>"-uuuuuu-" echoed the Cat.<br/><br/>"SHUT UP I MEAN IT!" Alice rolled out from amidst the others, sending the treats flying off her body. She pulled her skirt down as she crawled to her feet, and stumbled a little ways over the grass and ducked behind the nearest giant mushroom, giving her friends a rude hand gesture to tell them not to follow.<br/><br/>"Ottava!" she exclaimed, "What's u-"<br/><br/>In the distance, the Hare was once again howling, "Whaassssssup-"<br/><br/>Alice coughed, "I mean, hi Ottava, what do you need to discuss? I'm all thumbs. I mean ears. I'm all ears."<br/><br/><br/>