Scraping a flannel under her armpits, spraying her crotch with scent, she slapped on some liquid foundation and failed to pull a comb through her tangled mane. “I’m having difficulty getting through the next five minutes. What’s the matter?” He lifted off her dark glasses. “It does seem rather awful doing it in Rollo’s bed.
Kevin put her between two directors’ wives who were eating strawberries and cream. This wasn’t happening to him. From a safe distance, Helen watched Rupert’s practised hands moving over the horse, running down a leg here, picking up a hoof there, examining his teeth, looking at him from front and back. She’d always heard it was awful the first time, but despite the scratching of the straw on her bare back she felt only ecstasy.
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