Walking along the path, Cherine wipes a twinge of sweat from her brow as she looks back at the town behind her. No turning back now. Staggering a bit..the girl continues on until she's at least a half-mile out of the village. Hearing some of the plants whispering..poor cherine looks about like she's going crazy - little trickles of her love nectar still visible in the front of her thong. Shaking off her..arousal for the moment..she presses onward..looking for a place that would be ..out of the way enough for her to take care of herself...toned legs trembling a bit as she walks.