It happens every time we speak. Every time my wandered in her direction. I shall call her now. And even as I dial, I fantasized about what she m...ght be doing. Maybe she was doing what I was doing when I thought of her. I see her sitting by the phone, the receiver cradled in her neck. The neck I loved to nibble. And as we talk, I can see her casually brush the hair from her forehead. She smiles when she talks. Most of the time, when she talked, I only pick up a word or two. I am. We had a few drinks while waiting on our table. I noticed her boss checking out Andrea's legs when he thought it was safe. There wasn't a way for Andrea to tease him while we ate so I came up with an idea. After we finished eating the bosses wife excused herself to go to the restroom. I put my hand on Andrea's leg to keep her form getting up too and I said I need to go too. I knew with his wife and me away from the table Andrea would mess with him. After we said our goodbyes we got in our car. He looked like he was in his early twenties and was very fit with muscles showing everywhere. He was only wearing shorts and I could see his dick hanging very low in them. It looked HUGE! My wife was smiling at him as he got into the truck and started to lay back. Once again my wife's head went straight down out of sight. I couldn't believe this was happening. I couldn't take it. I walked right up to the truck and knocked on the driver side door. The young marine had his head laid back with his. Marcus had prepped her to walk into the stadium being bubbly and energetic. He said any other way, would only cause his parents to wonder what he was doing in his spare time. Hadley knew that Marcus was being a smartass about it all, but he also only saw things with a black or white mentality, never seeing the grey in between. Hadley lived off that, and as she walked up the front stairs leading to stadium, it was the only option available to her. There she saw a man who looked nothing like his.