She was wearing a long dress today, despite the brisk autumn weather, it was light cotton, treated to look rumpled and pleated and composed of several...layers. Beneath the dress, simple, small, white cotton panties with lace trim around the top and a simple pink bow, the size of a thumbnail adorning the center of the lace band. Her pulse quickened. She thought of herself toweling off from this mornings shower and slipping those panties on, she thought of her... pussy. She hesitated, even. I’d only been here once before when I was about 8, but never on my own. When I visit now the village is absolutely beautiful; but when I was a 14 year old girl who lived in an industrial city it appeared desolate. The first few days were a nightmare. It rained and I could hardly understand a word Gran and Grandad said because of their strange accent. On the Friday I was walking back to the cottage with the evening newspaper when a large framed girl with bright red tousle hair; walking a. " I tried to show her that I was deadly serious."What do they call it? A mercy fuck ?"I gulped. "Such language!" I said. She grinned briefly. I went on: "Look, we've been friends for longer than I've known Faith and we could do something for each other. You find me more attractive than that old man, don't you?" Do you find me attractive?" Yes." I wondered if it were true.She looked thoughtful. "Stop it," she finally said, quietly but firmly. She didn't believe me."You could let me prove it."I. They were oblivious once more to the world, to even the sounds that they were making. All that mattered to them was their act of love, which like a sacred ritual, took them beyond their flesh because their love transcended the flesh. They were bound to each other in truth and spirit- ‘one’ in all of the ways that mattered. At the same time that the lovers were at play, Alan, their youngest brother, sensed a need for a break in his studies. He was in a study room a bit of a distance from his own.