I wasn’t angry with her because everything she said was true. I was furious at myself though, for not seeing this coming and in hindsight, there wer... a lot of signs that our marriage was in trouble, but I was completely oblivious.I can now look back and see how things began to change, soon after she took a bartending job at a local sports bar downtown. For the first month or so she didn’t “dress up” for work. Mostly she just wore blue jeans and a blouse with a tie or sometimes with suspenders. It's no good if I feel I have to do it. And I was stupid for putting it that way. Jack, I want us to make love to each other. Please."I reached up and took her head in my hands, pulling her into me for another kiss."Well, if you put it that way... OK."She giggled and hugged me real quick, then dove at my middle, tugging my shorts off desperately. She took me in her hand and blew on me lightly."I love making it grow."She manipulated it, kissed it, licked it. She got her wish and it grew in her. My home is going to be slut central. I swear to god. And they will all be for you. Just keep licking your lips, and maybe, please -- it would be so fucking hot -- you don't have to get any closer, but maybe wrap your hand around Michael's cock."Beth stopped talking for a moment. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her kissing Michael. I saw her hand shooting across her glistening pussy. I didn't know. I just didn't know. Was it a big deal? It was another body part like any other? How different. I’m early.”“Oh.”“I said half past to quarter to, I expect,” claimed Mohammad. Mia was taller than him in those boots; almost as tall as that American collection of sticks she seemed to like. Though he himself would still be stronger, of course.“I’ve got the text...” Mia challenged with a smirk, patting her jacket pocket.“Well I meant to say that at least. Anyway I got his name: Claude Simon.”“Okay, what’s the next step?” Mia shifted her eyes to Grace.“Well we could google him, to find out.