Then he pushed into her, let go of her hair, and Lexie suddenly found herself among the branches. He was gone before she got out of them. After his rampage, she only had panties at her knees, and his gifts flowed from her pussy. She got up and looked around again, but except for a few mothers with prams and a few branches around, no one was in sight. She put her panties back again, wiped what was already running down her toes, and shivered her skirt. She came out of the bushes, looked around again, and when she saw no one, she only regretted that she would probably never know him or ever experience something so beautiful again.