I was no longer content to sit across from her, so I slid across the hot tub to sit with her. This, of course, was a strategic move. While sitting nex... to her, I was able to stroke her lovely thighs. After a few moments of this, I found the leg openings to her swim suit. Though snug, I was able to work a finger between the suit and her thigh. It was then fairly easy to move my finger toward her hair-adorned pussy. As soon as I touched the hair, she stiffened. I took a moment to wiggle the first. Nothing, just sitting her thinking." About what?" I asked, sitting on her bed, rubbing her knee."Well, some people at school, last Friday, were talking about sexual things," she said very nervously. "And I was wondering, what it felt like." Ironic... I thought. "Well, I've been having these, thoughts, about you, Annie. I actually came up here to confront you about a sexual feeling I've been feeling for you." Really brother?" She said with excitement, moving closer to me, gripping my arm. Everything seems to have gone wrong in such a short period of time. I blame myself, of course, and my pig headed argument with Amy. I stare at the man, studying his vericose viens and the trail of white hair that leads down his chest. I'm afraid to ask the question, but I need to know. "Dawson," I mutter, "Is that you, bud?" "Yeah," he says in a state of disbelief. "And you better be Amy." "Na...na....no," I stammer, "it's me, Alan." "My god, Alan, and I thought I had it bad, and Renea, I. .. “What do you want, Tracy?” I demanded as my estranged wife approached me out of the blue at the supermarket.“I want ... to settle this. Put an end to this little farce,” Tracy looked at me with expectation.“Yeah, well, when we’ve had a chance to hammer out a divorce settlement or the judge gavels his or her decision into effect ... then this ‘farce’ that you caused can be over at last. You’re the one who kicked me out, who filed for divorce, and who had the nerve to have me served at the.