Must still have been a little drunk because walking in those heels wasn’t easy and I’m actually thinking about what it would be like to fuck this ...guy. I needed to get dressed to go out. He was off the phone then and between me and the back door. His stares were making me horny. I asked him if he spoke English and he politely said no mam. I thought it looked like his pants were bulging and suddenly remembered that I had put a Spanish language translator app on my phone. I motioned for him to. He waved as he got out of the car.“They’re surprised the murder home is getting rented.” Ger explained.“Yeah, I get that.” He opened the trunk and pulled out his suitcases.Ger hefted her purse on his shoulder and stopped two deliverymen carrying a mattress into the front door.“Hi, if we give you guys a $200 will you carry in Ron’s luggage and the totes in my backseat.”“Lady, this place creeps me out. I want nothing--”“$150 apiece,” said the younger.“Sold. I’ll leave you boys to it.” She turned. After a long time it shrank again and I was able to concentrate on the class again. That evening when I came home I went straight to my room. I unbuttoned my shirt and lay it on the bed. My nipples felt strangely warm and a little swollen. I stepped out of my skirt and shoes and looked down. I could see the fine hairs on my belly standing on end and beyond them my white panties bulging a little in the front. I walked over to the full length mirror and looked at myself. I noticed that my. To me it didn't make much sense since out of the five women at the table I was the only married woman and two of the others at the table were better looking than me or at least I thought so.He took turns dancing with all the girls, but I seemed to be his partner more often than any of the others. A couple of hours later and after several drinks I was just loose enough to comment on it. Specifically the part about me being the only married woman there."It is because you are married that I'm.