<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name</strong>: The March Hare<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Side Street<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: <em>Dormouse, Anybody else who feels like eavesdropping in the vicinity.</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">The mouse was creeping back from him and the Hare followed.  He inched closer and leaned in to gazing into her sightless eyes.<br/><br/>"Windows," he murmured, "Gone and left the curtains open but wandered away."<br/><br/>And while her eyes weren't answering, her body was shrinking back and trying to shrink away and vanish.  He nuzzled her cheek and ear, licking the curve of it and whispering softly.<br/><br/>"She's left you.  Sold your tears and stole your candy.  Left you behind.  Left you.  Left you."  He reached up and closed a hand on her left breasts, squeezing it firmly through that flimsy dress and then reaching to take the right as well.  "Right you..."<br/><br/>He chuckled and squeezed again, enjoying those plump and soft breasts.  So hard to find anything soft here in Wonderland.  Then he gripped her breasts hard and used them to push her back and down, forcing her onto her back and straddling her hips.  The sudden pressure of his erect cock made him squirm, grinding it against her belly as he continued to fondle her breasts.<br/><br/>"Good girls squirm but they can't get away.  Can't ever get away."<br/></span>