By the fourth night I was gust about to give up. But I was obsessed with what I had seen and I had to see more. That night when I saw her drive up I i...mmediately snuck out the back window and found a good spot to watch what I witnessed was incredible but brief as she simply came in removed her summer dress and stood for a moment in front of the mirror in only pantyhose heels and again a thong over the nylons?. She proceeded to strip nude and put on a pajama bottom and turned off the lights went. She recorded the conversation she had with Stan about why she’d had to take the day off and he’d been shocked by the news that he had the Clap. Later that week, he was served with six different lawsuits while he was standing in the middle of a luncheon attended by his wife. That raised all kinds of hell, because Beth and I were each suing him for assault with the details of the STD he’d given her and by extension, me. Then we were each suing him personally for effectively ending our marriage. Below her small waist a patch of tightly curled, well-trimmed pubic hair hid the source and summit of her loving. From there down, her legs were those of a ballerina, slim and shapely. I rose, met her halfway between the doorway and the bed. I was also naked so when I pulled her in close to me, holding her tightly in my arms, those elegant firm breasts made their presence clearly known on my naked skin. There was no music but we ‘danced’ slowly toward the edge of the bed, never. I’m going to lose it. I can’t take it. I move my hand over her breast and grope gently, causing her to tighten her face and take a deep audible breath. I squeeze again, a little harder this time and she lets out a little moan. That’s it, I lose it. I kiss her passionately on the top of her head. “I thought you were playing your game,” she mutters as she looks up at me. I can’t help but gaze back into her beautiful eyes. “Fine,” I respond, and return to driving a firetruck through a crowd of.