Anne turns her backside towards the bed and kneels, sliding the panties and what's left of the kilt down to the ground, but rises up with one hand covering her mons and her sex.  "Perhaps because you can tell I like hearing it?" she asks, turning about to face Gwenevire again.  "Perhaps it's a voyueristic part of me that wants to hear about the indiscretions of a woman who seems so in control and so beyond such things."  She steps up to the bed, and with her free hand presses the inside of Gwenevire's knee to spread the still trouser-clad legs apart.  "Perhaps I'm glad to hear you've had the pleasure of women, and kept your life from being too dour."<br/><br/>She clambers up on the bed, kneeling on the edge, her legs only slightly spread apart, her knees against the insides of Gwenevire's knees.  Her face is teasily sexy as she reaches forward with her free hand to pull on the zipper of Gwenevire's BDU trousers.  "So tell me more..."