" Grass," Jay said, deciding to keep with one word at a time."What?" Lee laughed. "Wake up, sleepyhead." She shoved again and he groaned."Grass," he r...peated. "Makes you itch. Use some water from the cooler, wash down." From the cooler?" Lee had managed to get to her knees."Oh God girl, have mercy on a man." Jay had rolled over and was now staring right at Lee's ass as she crawled to the cooler. Her breasts were heavy and swinging freely as she went."You behave or I'll dump this cooler on your. The protuberant curve of her ass, accentuated by the tight black pencil skirt, drew my gaze, which then wandered down the backs of her thighs to her shapely calves. My cock began to stir and I chastised myself, pushing the many inappropriate thoughts that had manifested from my mind.She emerged shortly after with the towel wrapped around her, her cleavage still prominently on display and her wavy dark locks collected in a loose bun. I stood on the other side of the table, fussing with the. And I want the truth!"My moment of truth, one of them anyway, had finally come. With a heavyheart and an unshakeable fear towering over me, I showed her the bottleof hormones, the smallish purple pills I had been taking for about ayear. She read the label, quickly took the bottle away from me, and toldme to get dressed. Then she went to the computer. I was sitting at mydesk, reading some TG fiction when she opened my bedroom door."Do you have ANY idea what you have done?" I shook my head no,. I just didn't know you felt this way. It'll be better. O.K.?" Greg, this isn't something you can just apologize away. I'm seriously asking you if you still want to be married. I'm willing to work on our relationship, but I can't do it by myself. If you don't want to be here, it will make me really sad. But I'll survive and our daughter will be just fine. I'm not kidding. Do you want to work on our marriage or not?"Simone stared intently at her husband as she awaited an answer. As the seconds.