Not pants down, she thought giddily. Pants off. And Captain Grace certainly seems to approve. Look at her. She’s practically glowing.
She looked admiringly at the long-limbed captain. Her tastes ran to the short and plump, like Molly with her wonderfully large, soft breasts. But Grace was worthy of a second look. And then a third. She moved with a clean-limbed grace, bringing to mind her father’s hunting hounds, tireless and swift. Her breasts were smaller than Molly’s, but still high and firm, and her n*****s were both larger and darker.
Her mouth watered at the aroma in the air, heavy with musk and desire, and only caught herself when Molly elbowed her side. “Stop staring at her, you. Or are your eyes starting to stray after only a few days with me?”
“Looking is not doing,” she said p
