I forgot the dishes, put my arms around her waist and began to slowly and softly kiss her neck and suck at her ear lobes while she continued to get di...shes ready for the dishwasher. I did not move to give her more room when she bent to the right to load what she had washed. ‘You are not making this job very easy.’ ‘No, but I am enjoying being difficult.’ Again she pressed her ass back into me. Wet hands and all, I turned her, pressed her tightly against the counter, tilted her head and kissed. Jenna starts screaming again. My ex slaps her, her husband smirks, the new guy blanches. She stops screaming and hangs her head, blubbering. She’s going to get dehydrated from all the tears and snot and drool falling out of her head. ‘Jesus Christ,’ says the guy I don’t know. He looks stricken. ‘I know you warned me, but did you really need to do that?’ ‘Yup,’ my ex says. He points at me. ‘Notice how she’s just sitting there, nice and tame? You think she was like that the first few times I. She bent over seductively making me trace my eyes down those smooth legs of hers all the way to her black H-strap high heels, the small rhinestones gleamed white in the moonlight. She took out a small white first-aid kit from the floor of the backseat and for the next few minutes made applying an alcohol swab and bandage look like the sexiest thing on earth. I noticed that the red tattoo dulled a bit and changed to black as she was treating my little cut and I also noticed I was becoming more. At a lull in the conversation I said; "Ya know if we're gonna have a girls night in we should really slip into something more comfortable."My sister-in-law's face dropped a little and I realized that she was starting to show affects from the wine. "I never thought to bring anything" she informed me, sounding apologetic."We're close to the same size. I think I can scare up something that'll fit you" I speculated while rising from the couch.We were pretty close too. She might be an inch or so.