Without demand or command one leg moves to invite and encourage the attentions of any or all of the digits caressing my sensitive flesh. Cool air pene...rates beneath my clothing and reveals the extent of my arousal by cooling the now copious flow of my vaginal fluids. Gentle but insistent fingers probe further to the crotch of my panties. Oh how I regret not wearing a pair of fashion panties instead of comfortable cottons. The fingers are now impatient, pressing the taut fabric into my inflated. "You folks'll be staying in them there holiday cottages will you?" the landlord had wandered outside with a half pint glass of beer in his hand,"That's right" I agreed, "They're in a lovely spot aren't they?"Aye they are that" he smiled, "I bought them as an investment before the war" They're yours?" Aye" he said, "I left the airforce after twenty years service in'38 and bought the pub and the cottages" Well I'm very pleased to meet you" I said and shook his hand, "I'm still in it for my sins,. “No problem.”“I mean for everything,” she said, thinking about waking up half naked, soaked in water that he’d poured on her to cool her off.“Friends take care of each other,” he said carelessly.“It’s going to take some getting used to,” she said, only half joking. “This having a friend who is a man thing,” she added.“There are probably at least two or three more men out there who could be friends with you,” he said.She looked at him to see if he was smiling ... joking ... but his eyes were on. "HEY, WHAT DO YOU PEOPLE THINK YOU'RE DOING? STOP IT! DROP THOSE ROCKS AND LEAVE THAT GIRL ALONE! GET AWAY FROM HER! MOVE OUT OF MY WAY!"I was angry and they could tell it. Thankfully, they scattered to all corners of the trailer park, doors slamming. By the time I got to where they had been, the only person remaining was the young girl on her knees, mud-splattered, bleeding from many small cuts. Her shoulders were heaving with her wracking sobs of grief. Her appearance and emotions hit me like.