There was really nothing else to be done to combat the heat.There was really nothing else to be done to combat the heat. Dressed only in a minimum of undergarments, she knew full well why Colonel Bradford Stanley had been so intent on marrying her. Her breasts were quite shapely and her skin, with its natural paleness, was soft and satiny to the touch. Running her fingers across her own stomach, she thought of her few romantic encounters with her husband before he had left for the frontier. They had been rushed affairs, with all the formality of his military training. They had all the pleasure of his military training, too; at least for her they did. Ivy found it much more pleasurable pleasing herself sexually. On such occasions, she could fantasize about a man who gave her the proper amount of attention. |