Anne reaches forward again, that wicked mischief in her eyes again, and starts to grasp the sides of the panties.  "Passion can be innocent." But then she pauses, and runs the fingers of both hands down along the lower hem, from outer hips in slowly to Gwenevire's inner thighs.  "And help us reach for new desires to be fulfilled."Then each index finger slowly traces its way halfway back up that curve where the panties' edge meets the skin, then slowly begins to cross over her mons until they meet, and there they pause, lightly pressing, poised an inch and a half or so above Gwenevire's sex, as Anne's eyes lock with Gwenevire's. "Even as our hearts tremble at the thought."