What in heaven's name could she do?She noticed some vines dangling from the chestnut tree a few yards away. In a few moments, she had snatched some le...ves from the chestnut tree and attached them to the vine, making a makeshift bikini top out of the leaves. To be honest, it revealed as much as it covered, the swell of her ample breasts easily discernable between the patches of green. But it would serve for the morning, as she always had the pasture to herself. No one would see her.She continued. "I'm not supposed to like this sort of stuff." Mark said flatly."And you catch yourself liking it a little." Mark's mother said as a statement and not a question."Yes." Mark said in frustration or at least hoping he sounded frustrated."My guess, and this is a professional opinion, is that you like it for the same reason we like it." Mark's mother noted."We?" Mark asked."We as in girls! Of course we like it. What's not to like? Silky panties are still silky panties on a girl. That slip moving. We were both at our parents for Sunday lunch when the conversation turned to my brother and his works summer party and he said he was going to give it a miss after splitting from his girlfriend mum as usual on at him that he had to go and then suggested that he takes me at the time we just laughed and it was left at that.As my brother was staying with me he was making comments that it wasn’t a bad idea if I did come. I just laughed at the suggestion he was persistent. Next day he asked again. She hobbled back a step and held her candle to shine over the offending area."I do not believe what I am seeing!" She muttered.She bent down and picked up a piece of black, glass-like rock."Obsidian! What is this doing here?"Shrugging the thought aside for the moment, she placed the rock into her cloak pocket, leaned against the cavern wall, picked up her injured foot and examined the bottom of her boot."Well, that is most fortunate! At least it did not slice open my boot. The edges of that.