Good news followed. She said that her daddy owned the place. Her daddy always said that they should do whatever they could for our brave men and women...in uniform. Therefore the room would be free. Her name was Brittany. She let us know that she would be available if we wanted anything, anything at all. The message was clear. The cot would be in our room by the time we got back from dinner. The dining room was small with a modest menu. The lone server was Ashley and we learned that she was. Didn’t know how to choose our battles and nit-picked over every little thing. But we worked through it. At least I thought we did. As it turned out, it was only I who was working through it. She was seeking greener pastures. After I thought long and hard, I decided that I could never look at her the same. I could never trust her. So even though it killed me inside…, I filed for divorce.She didn’t want it of course, but I held my resolve and followed through. I filed for primary placement of. ” “So you want me to just stand here stark naked?” “Er, I tell you what, get me a drink… from downstairs!” she said. “No. What about your parents?” “They’re in bed and probably fast asleep by now. If you get me a drink from downstairs you can get dressed again. Fair enough?” There’s no point in arguing with Lauren. I love her but she’s a stubborn cow at times. Plus, I kind of liked the idea. So I agreed to the challenge and crept out of her bedroom. The lights were off, which made it. She had a very short nightgown on. It was almost transparent and so short that I could see the curvature of her ass as she leaned forward to scoop out the leaves that had fallen into the pool. I quickly locked my bedroom door and returned to my window. I had only my pajamas on and it was easy to remove them so that I could stroke myself as I enjoyed looking at my neighbor’s long legs and perfect ass. After several minutes of working around the pool she stepped into her kitchen, opened her.