There's more than a hint of suspicion in Anne's mind that crops up from this story, but she pushes it aside for now.  The tantalizing prospects before her are of the now, and suspicions can be explored in the future.  Her more basic wants to be satisfied first...<br/><br/>Anne lifts her hand from concealing herself, rising up straighter in her kneeling.  Her mons has only a small patch of brown hair, trimmed very short, shaved into a curving crescent moon shape that points its lower point to her sex.  The rest of her sex is carefully shaved quite smooth indeed, her labia a half-bloomed flower of dusky, aroused pink.  Anne lowers her hands to her inner thighs, then draws them up, one finger tracing the outer edges of the labia, her hands stroking that join between thigh and abdomen.  "Perhaps I should envy the girl's first enjoyment..."  She leaned forward, hands grasping the sides of the trousers.  "... but I'm too busy looking forward to it myself."  She pulls the trousers down towards Gwenevire's knees.<br/><br/>