I could even see a plume of distant smoke despite the new moon.That could mean food. But it also meant people, and they tended to have pitchforks and ...uperstitions. I cursed as another growl escaped my gut, and looked again at the smoke. I found myself, drawn nearly against my will, walking forward. I pulled the hood of my long coat forward, settling it over my compact horns. I found myself gripping the wire hilt of my knife; a large dagger with a wicked curve, my only possession of worth. It. I decided it was her hairy pussy because these young girls didn’t wear anything black down below.I confirmed her bare behind by groping her in the peach orchard as she stretched up to strip a few peaches from the branch above. I knew she was a keeper because it caused her to giggle with real amusement at my presumptuous act and my fingers confirmed she was already wet with her own juices even in the middle of the day.My mischievous sister was stoking her own fires of desire by all but dropping. Harriet’s heart swelled when she thought about their first weeks of matrimony, about the deep love that flowed between them. Just a few moments ago, he had picked her up in his arms, in plain sight of the entire ship, throwing etiquette to the wind, just to show her that he loved her. Yes, Harriet Carter considered herself a lucky woman.The wind showed signs of strengthening, whipping her heavy skirt around her legs. She did not care. The skirts she wore were made for windy conditions, in fact. "Wow! This is amazing. Easily themost glamorous sleepwear I have ever worn. Thank you so much forloaning it to me." Not a loan, it's yours now," said Stacey. "It fits you like it wasmade for you. Enjoy." I could barely contain my excitement, and gaveStacey a hug. We lingered in the embrace for a few minutes, softlykissing. It was a little odd to be in such a sexy garment while Staceywas dressed very casually, but I wasn't complaining. We separated afterStacey said we should probably start.