Her nipples pushed eagerly against the material. His jacket slid to the floor followed by his tie. He fumbled at the buttons of his shirt. Their eyes ...ocked together, passionate, wanting. Her fingers hooked in the hem of her silk pants, sliding them slowly down, enjoying the fact that his eyes followed her hands. They slipped softly to the floor, pooling at her feet. His eyes stopped at the sheer emerald green panties. A slight darkening covered the vee of her thighs and she reached behind her. She found a strange object on the beach. It glistened like quartz, but it was soft and warm to the touch. For some reason she felt that this object had a living, and almost sensual nature. She placed it into her pocket and walked back through the dunes to her village. That night she slept to the sound of the sea. Wind chimes moving in the spring wind, musically becoming the instruments of the wind. The presence of the strange object seemed to highten Gwyneth's senses. Her awareness of smells. The wind diedand slowly reversed just like an exhale. Now my hair was blowing aroundme caressing my skin comforting me holding me in a way that no one could.The wind had turned me to see a large tree, a maple tree with its strongbranches spread out in all its glory the noise of the leaves rustling wasa storm of sound that crashed around my ears before settling into a gentlerustle. I heard a squeaking noise that disturb this peaceful meadow. Itook my first step to see a boy on a swing. His. Against social norms, we'd found that we cared deeply for each other as both siblings and lovers. We had felt the undercurrent of our deeper relationship since our teens, and finally acted on it at the end of my road trip. Anna had dominated much of my thinking during my road trip as I wondered what reception I would find at her home. I started sharing the details of my love life with her during my trip too. However, Anna had already forged sapphic relations with Lauren and Karen that had been.