. do you understand me Julie, do you understand what you're going to have to do for me?"I nodded again. Jason was my husband and right now he was lyin... in a bed not 500 feet from where we stood and yet there wasn't anything I could do about my current situation nor did I even want to. If it somehow leaked out that I had been unfaithful to Jason I would be out on my ass, his grandparents would see to that. Out on the streets — with absolutely nothing! Still if I did what he wanted ... well the. I called my lawyer and made an appointment to see him. He didn't do divorces, but I was sure he could give me a good recommendation.I was surprised to find Paige there when I got home that night. I don't know why, but I thought that she would be gone. Not necessarily moved out, but wanting to avoid me. I was even more surprised to find her fixing dinner. It was almost like she had decided that this morning had never happened. She had wine on the table with the meal and we killed one bottle. Kicking back, she reached over and grabbed the remote with one hand, while provocatively allowing the long and delicately nailed fingers of her free hand to teasingly trace a lover's path along the erogenous zone of her thoroughly feminized upper inner thigh. For roughly the next two hours, Jo would tread a fine line as she engaged in a balancing act, trying to keep herself in a mild, or more correctly, anticipatory state of arousal. Jo had learned through a lot of trail and error and the. Kathy was still soundly sleeping. And she was lying on her back with her legs spread wide, her body looked awfully inviting. Looking at her now sparse bush and bare labia I fondly remembered the process of trimming and shaving her last night. As I stepped across the deck and looked into the starboard hatch I could see Michaels back and saw that he was pounding away at Bonnie. He was sweating as he worked on Bonnie. She was face down and her arms were extended against the inner hull. I saw that.