She opened the door on the refrigerator, and bent down to pull out a bottle of water. This gave me a perfect view."Nice ass!" I said this out loud, bu... I was just thinking it.Tracy turned her head at me, and smiled. "Thanks, b*o."Being two years older than Tracy didn't help me much. I felt like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I gulped down the soda and left her smiling at my red face.For the next few days I noticed Tracy acting a little strange. I would be watching the. I was so mad that I even prayed that God would make your dick fall off, or make it so you couldn't ever do anything like that to another woman. I cooled off after awhile though. We're all grown ups here, right? No real harm done. I'm assuming that you won't try to object if I decide sometime to do the same kind of things to Connie? Do you think Ginny's in the room right now, telling her what happened that night? God, I hope not, for your sake." I take it this is your way of telling me that. It had swung open about half way, and a deaf man could have heard them.“That’s it baby! Right there! How you liking this married pussy now, big boy?”It was ‘Nita’s voice, along with some guy grunting.Now, a reasonable man would have found out exactly what was happening before he reacted. A thinking man would have gotten evidence and burnt the bitch to the ground. A wimp would have just turned around and left, or sneaked in to watch. A redneck would have just kicked ass.I was never known for my. As I closed the door behind me, I turned around and she was right in front of me. She took off her shirt and she was standing there in her bra looking me in the eyes. No words were said as she laid face down on the bed. I sat on the side of the bed and began to massage her back and shoulders while she laid there. She asked if her bra was getting in the way. I laughed nervously and said yes. She asked if she should take it off and I said, "yes if you feel comfortable doing that." She then stood.