at the short sleeves of her dress, caused the garment to disappear. Bare-breasted and wearing plain white cotton panties with a tiny pink ribbon rosebud at the waist she was perfection. “We love you, are in love with you,” he avowed as strong sure fingers played along the elastic waist of her sole covering and it too, soon went the way of the dress.
They each took one of her hands and walked with her, naked and trembling, over to the bed of hay. Patrick kissed her lips all the while items of his black clothing vanished from his form until he was as nude as she. Dylan concentrated on letting her hair loose, while nibbling at her ears, traveling along the sides and back of her neck. His fingers made quick work