"I need a shower." I do it just to annoy him.He huffs and leaves the bedroom.I pick my tightest jeans and a scoop top that gives a good view of my boo...bs. Yes, I feel sexy.I head to the kitchen."Hi guys." I smile. Everyone is at our cheap little dinette table. It's barely big enough for dinner for two but it's apparently big enough for four to play poker."Hi Carrie," comes the staggered replies. I notice their up and down looks of my body. Guys aren't subtle at all.Their looks feel good. I'm. Pia, Anna, and Stephie come immediately to mind. Birgit certainly wouldn’t have accepted it long-term, if I correctly understand what she was telling me. I don’t think Karin will. I’m sure Tatyana wouldn’t, but there are other things that are separating me from my Russian friend.“Then there’s my friend Anala who can accept it until she wants to have kids, because she doesn’t plan to be a single mom, and there would be serious hell to pay with her family if she married a non-Indian. She MIGHT do. I wait until we’re back home until that moment happens, taking his face in my hands and gently pulling him to me.Hands are roaming as we become lost deep in the softest of kisses, running over each other’s hips and across each other’s backs. I run my hands down until I can feel the pert fullness of his buttocks, which feel as perfectly sculpted as I could have imagined.I break away to peel off his shirt and he returns the favour soon after, returning to engage in a deeper more passionate kiss. ” “Mine too,” I found myself saying. “He really does love you,” she said suddenly. I stiffened a little, maybe she knew about us. “I know,” was all I could think to say. “You two are really close, I get that,” she said having another blow at the tissue. “He’s a very special man to me and I can’t bear to think I am letting him down through my stupidity.” “When you say special?” “Oh, no, nothing like that,” Mia countered quickly sensing my reasoning. “No, your father wouldn’t do anything.