Most of her clothes were to tight and or fit only for a slut. The lastthing I wanted to do was draw attention to my cow sized udders. I mightbe able t... go without the girdle but the bra was a must. I spent 10minutes fitting myself into the bra, tring to figure out how to claspall those tiny hooks. The straps dug into my shoulderers, and my breastswere tring to pop out, but at least I wasn't swaying all over the place.I place a fresh washcloth in a pair of panties, it was uncomfortamble,but. The others rolling together in the fields don’t interest me. “It was there in the silver moonlight by the standing stone, the old lovers awoke and felt the familiar moon-pull of desire. He took her face in his hand and kissed her. As the kiss grew deeper he slid his hand down her gown to her breast. Her hair was still silver with age but the breast he now held in his hand was firm and full.The nipple rose up asking to be sucked. A moan came from her lips, now sore from the long deep kiss. She. "What???" I stood up, or tried.I was over my head so had to tread water. Who spoke? Where were they? I squinted and stared hard at the shore. The sun had moved faster than I realized, at it's current slant it was directly in my eyes as I searched the land."Who is it? Who's there?" Kevin." Kevin??? Kevin who?" My mind was frantically thinking. Who the hell is Kevin? What was I to do, where was I to go? How and who ... and...I moved closer, I wanted to be able to touch bottom at least."Kevin. I thought it might be the twigs lying by urinated and stood to pull my panties back to position. I felt my buttocks to know what pricked me there. Nothing was there I readjusted my panties and went to the car and sat in my seat. But while we were beginning to start again I looked at my hands and there was a little amount of blood in it. My father too saw it and asked what happened I told it might be from the prick I received from the thorns. My dad asked me are you sure it was thorn and not.