I reached down to move my hands under her blouse to feel her budding breasts directly but she slowly but firmly replaced my hands to the outside of he... clothing. It was clear to me that she would make the rules to our encounters and this was all right by me. I did not want to jeopardize this secret and enticing relationship by being too eager. After about fifteen or so minutes she stirred and removed my hands and left. No word was spoken to break the spell we were under. Several times that. It was a lacy push-up stylethat framed her shape in a most delicious way. It begged to becompletely revealed, and I hoped that maybe it might be later.She wore her hair in a regally high ponytail with wispy curls fallinggently down her cheeks. Her legs were made long and slender by thedelicate high heels on her petite feet. I sensed she suspected that Iwas made helpless by her presence and the seeming innocence of hercostume. I was being teased; she knew it, and seemed to enjoy that fact.So. "My husband's uncle" the older woman said. "He had some business to take care of. What happened to him?" I fear they killed him," I said. The younger woman gasped. "That was a cruel bunch you fell in with." I introduced myself as a Continental and assured them that my friend George would bring help as soon as he could. "Let's move on."I helped them up, and we trotted along the meandering stream until it all but disappeared. A pasture opened before us, and I made them wait while I investigated.. I put my hand on her head and pulled her closer to me. “Just a little baby girl.”Her hand tangled in my shirt, right above my heart. “I’m sorry. Go back to sleep.”I kissed the top of her head. “Stop apologizing. I can never be mad at you for long.”She moved away from me suddenly, sitting up on her stomach and looking at me.She was beautiful, as always, but a cloud of worry was laid bare over her face.Concern pounded through me and I put my hand to her face, my fingers resting over her elven.