My eyes were immediately drawn to her tits again, in another low-cut top.“What do you reckon?” she asked.I was still focused on her tits. “Still...an awesome cleavage”.She giggled. “You’re not supposed to be looking down there. Here, look at the color of this potato. Is it safe to eat?”I forced my attention away from her. “Just chop off the bad bits. The rest is fine.” I stayed where I was for a moment.“Do you really think my cleavage is awesome?”“Of course I do, or I wouldn’t have said it. You. ..but its blue! I mean the color is black, shiny, shiny black, a shock in itself, but when the sun hits it right, it shimmers blue! I knew we were going to cut my hair...a trim I thought... last night was crazy all right, the craziest night of my life easily...but this color? Well I would have bet the farm and all future farms that me changing the color of my hair was just not ever going to happen, not never. Years of working outdoors had burnished my hair a golden blonde that I wore long. I'd. "Hey Caleb, you got a minute?" Sure neighbour, what's up?"I didn't want to beat around the bush, so I went straight out with what was on my mind."Caleb are you Ok with all the stuff happening, the sex and the group?" Hell yeah, good buddy it’s great. Why would you ask me that? Is something wrong? You haven't cured Jackie have you?" Caleb asked with a deflated tone."No, no it's not that. What would you think about adding to the group on the female side?" Whoa, my good friend. I thought the idea. With my continuing reminders, she finally stopped denying them and took the tact that they meant nothing and I shouldn’t get all up set. In effect, she was telling me that I had to accommodate her, not her to me. Truthfully, some were not very upsetting to me. I took it as just her was of doing life. However, over the past two years new ones began to show up. The effect of the old plus the new ways were grind at our relationship. She showed no overt concern for my feelings. Her frequent reply.