Taking in the sun with smiles on their faces. The brunette cutie has on a really feminine short dress, while the strawberry blonde is wearing a tank top and some short shorts which are exposing her milky smooth legs.

While the blondie lies down and offers herself in sacrifice to Priapus, the wind comes in blows the short dress of the other girl. She loves it!

Even as the sun with purple-colour'd face
Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn

Look at where that hand is. Goodness gracious me. How is a photographer supposed to hold his camera still when he has such young sultry subjects before him?

Rose-cheek'd Adonis hied him to the chase;
Hunting he loved, but love he laugh'd to scorn

The strawberry berry lifts herself up in disappoint. Priapus did not come to claim her this time around. Perhaps next time.

Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him,
And like a bold-faced suitor 'gins to woo him

'Thrice-fairer than myself,' thus she began,
'The field's chief flower, sweet above compare

Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man,
More white and red than doves or roses are

A pale petite lass in sabrinas and a very tight-fitting short blue dress. Huzzah! By Jove! It's a houri in Poland!

Nature that made thee, with herself at strife,
Saith that the world hath ending with thy life

Look at how that dress accentuates those adorable little curves. And the sabrinas are a great final touch.

'Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed,
And rein his proud head to the saddle-bow

If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed
A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know

Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses,
And being set, I'll smother thee with kisses

Yet another frolicsome frisky girl with silky smooth golden locks with a radiance all their own. And those legs! Oh, those legs!