Grace moves in, aiming to get acquainted with the mare. Her hands run along her back, patting her withers, scratching under her mane, winding up on the side of her face as she looks in the mare's eyes and smiles.
"Yup."
Oh, she rides. Sometimes naked. At night.
Grace is all about the unexpected.
"I was lookin' to do so today. A little lunch break get away."
Ham's wife had called him off to do something, so she's free. A small snort of laughter accompanies the thought, and Grace looks up at Jack, fingers never still, automatically twisting a section of mane and starting a tight braid.
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Grace moves in, aiming to get acquainted with the mare. Her hands run along her back, patting her withers, scratching under her mane, winding up on the side of her face as she looks in the mare's eyes and smiles.
"Yup."
Oh, she rides. Sometimes naked. At night.
Grace is all about the unexpected.
"I was lookin' to do so today. A little lunch break get away."
Ham's wife had called him off to do something, so she's free. A small snort of laughter accompanies the thought, and Grace looks up at Jack, fingers never still, automatically twisting a section of mane and starting a tight braid.