He was gross and what made me more crazy was that my husband just didn't see it or, if he did, that he wasn't offended by the crass remarks or his beh...viour.Still, I just had to accept that there was nothing I could say or do that would change what had become a Friday night routine and, as they say, I just had to suck it up. Then it got worse.It was one Friday evening with the pair of them occupying the sofa waiting for the game to start that my husband excused himself saying he had to go get a. My thoughts flooded to Jodie’s backside. All I could think about was how I wanted to walk overthere and fondle Jodie’s butt cheeks while they danced.Squeeze her butt cheeks. Rub my cock against the crackof her ass. Grab her, spin her around and slow dancewith her and kiss those sexy lips. I shook off thatnasty thought before I embarrassed myself by getting apump tents in my jeans.So after their slow dance show was over, we walked ondown Maple. While the gals walked in front of me,. .. The faint sound of the door buzzer in the next apartment interrupted her thoughts. Momentarily, Carol enjoyed the thrill of excitement rippling upward over her naked curves beneath the housecoat. It was like a movie or TV play, and she was the secret agent! And it was for real, too, for the department was going to pay for her, Mark had said. But it was so simple, and hardly dangerous, she thought, gliding toward her front door and silently opening it to catch a quick glimpse of the teenage. ..”He shrugged, unable to explain it further. “I’m sure I’ll love whatever you want. The most important thing is you’re happy with who you are. Like I said earlier, I already think you’re perfect just the way you are.”Brianna’s frown deepened. She hadn’t thought of it in quite that way. She hated being short – but would she really like being tall? Could this be one of those times where ‘the grass is always greener on the other side’? Plus, everything around her was new and different. Maybe.