If he’s ready for her, then there’s no sense in waiting much longer. When he reaches under her shirt, Midge peels it up over her head and off. Robert is welcome to unsnap her bra if he wants to touch her breasts more fully.

Midge perches on his muscular thighs and looks down between their bodies at his cock, already standing at attention.

“You really liked watching me shoot that rifle, didn’t you?” she teases, leaning in to lay kisses on his neck. She deftly unbuttons the top few buttons of his shirt so that she can run her fingers through his chest hair.