She had had a shower before going out, so she was confident enough. Martin knelt in front of her and pulled her knickers down. What an exciting phrase... that had been when she was young. “He pulled her knickers down.” As a girl she hadn’t known what came next, but having your underwear removed must be thrilling enough.Now she lifted herself a little to enable the removal and she became aware of Martin looking at her pubic hair. Nobody shaved or waxed in those days. She had a normal amount of. The ranch was 4,000 acres that was all deeded land. I had a few hands and hired seasonal workers as needed. The ranch had been in the family since the 1890's and I felt some obligation from that to keep the property. A couple of sons would be nice... A rising plume of dust caught my eye and I watched it come down the long ranch road coming off Highway 1049. A two-year-old Caddy pulled up and parked on the asphalt area in front of the large garage with brakes squealin'. As I stared at the car,. His smile seemed to say thanks girly I enjoyed the view. Kevin suggested they get out of there as soon as possible.It wasn't till later Kevin suddenly realized the look up his dress he had given the girls and the boy, it dawned on him the black panties really stood out against his white slip. His face turned crimson again at the thought.Kevin knew about the plans for the weekend when he had asked mom to have girl time all weekend, but with the miserable day at the ball game he had forgot all. My hand continued to open her coat until it fell open and I could swipe a hand slowly along her shoulder, shrugging off the heavy material. She shivered just as I whispered quietly in her ear. “It was never the bikini, Vicky.” She turned to look at me, our gazes locked with unspoken need. “It was you.” As I finished the sentence, my hand lifted from her shoulder to glide along her long, slender neck. I cupped one side of her face with my thawing palm, into which she laid the weight of her head..