"Well, Aunt Sophia's in her forties." Felicity murmured softly "And no, I haven't." She had a reasonable idea of where Megan's mind was going. "I think seventeen's probably a little young for them. Besides, it would be rude."
"Now Dorothe is another matter" She smirked "She and I got to know each other very well. You know that dusky, tanned look they have in the south of France? Perfectly lovely." Another stroke to Megan's cheek, lightly. "and what are two girls to do over a long hot summer with fields and woods and rivers?"
Returning her focus to the present. "Would you like me to kiss you?... Ask me to." She half lidded her eyes and smiled playfully.