I caught sight of my reflection in the bathroom mirror and saw a nearly perfect body, certainly good for a woman in her thirties, shaved cunt and curv... hips, nice legs. My face was flushed, a combination of thinking hot thoughts and washing under a hot shower. Long auburn hair hung damp just below my shoulders. I looked good. If he said he would come over, I'd put on some make up when I knew for sure he was coming. A big ball of excitement was curling up tighter and tighter in my belly, either. Then sex morning." I slipped my hands under her shirt and massaged her truly mammoth breasts. I loved her breasts. They're real - not pert, not firm but soft and pendulous and pillow-like. Touching them made me want to kiss them. I peeled her shirt off."Peter, stop." She pulled away from me, "Jesus! No wonder you sleep with everyone you meet. You're insatiable!" OK, A, I'm not insatiable - I just love you. And B, I do not sleep with everyone I meet." So I didn't see you leer at Darrell?"I had. “Sure,” I replied, “Then I think I want to go shopping for a new swimsuit.” We made our way aft to the patio-style café overlooking the stern of the ship and ordered salads and iced tea. After we finished we headed below to the shops. We looked through the swimwear and I picked out a couple of suits that would show off my curves but still have some semblance of modesty. I took Eve by the hand and headed for the door and said, “I’m gonna need some help getting these on.” We went to her cabin and. Where Ginger'd beenopen and accommodating, the Lady was like a mountain. Aloof andunforgiving, but her every peak and valley cried out to be explored. Toeven attempt its heights came at a cost, enough to make a mortal wonderwhat you'd lose if you could actually succeed."Colin!" she smiled, lifting a hand to wave me over. I tried not to watchhow the gesture moved her all but naked breast. "Please, sit."Sparsely furnished, there was only the couch to sit on. I set myself onthe far end, though.