.. your husband?" she stammered, feeling a bolt of adrenaline shoot through her. Was that was this was about? Was all of this touchy-feely a prelude t... taking her out in the parking lot to kick her ass?"My husband," she confirmed, her hands dipping down now to touch Robin's thighs. "He probably mentioned to you that we were in town on business." I didn't know he was married," she blurted. "Really. If I had..." Please dear," she said, amused. "Let's not cheapen our relationship with more lies.. .. there is something I should tell you though."Collette stopped in mid hug and lay still, though still spread out over his body that was hot from the sun. Her crotch was pressed against the hard cheeks of his ass, and the heat coming off felt disturbingly good."Go ahead, Dave," she said softly."I've... I've been home a couple times when you and Patty were... were together. Out here. I watched, sis. I'm sorry that I invaded your privacy like that." You watched us make love?" she asked quietly. When she returned, her hair still damp, pulled back in a pony tail, in a baggy gray sweat-suit, I just sat there not saying anything, content to let her vent and get it out of her system. She might be more reasonable once she'd had her say.It was an angry Martha, reminiscent of the woman the night before, flush with anger who spoke,"You humiliated me last night. First, I find out that you returned the pendent that I was planning on wearing. I can't tell you how angry I am about that. You had no. I was currently enjoying some time at home base following a six-week assignment to the great northwest (Washington state).There was a very nice lady that lived down the hall from me. Her name was ‘Gracie’ and she was a widow in her late 50’s. Gracie was not a ‘little old lady’ by any stretch. She was attractive and slender. She appeared to have (my guess) about 34C breasts. She had decided to embrace the onset of gray hair by coloring her hair silver and wearing it.