Curious, she let herself out the back door and, still naked, crossed through the hedge between the yards until she stood beside the pool. Indianporn Gretta was playing some truly tasteless music in the bedroom, so he walked in to see what she was doing. “God, you are such a slut!” exclaimed Gretta, watching the other woman swim to the edge of the pool and deposit the scraps of spandex on the patio. “How’s the visualization thing going?”
“Well, better, I have to admit. Tracey finally noticed her and coasted to the shallow end of the pool before standing up. Who knew? Stan made it home before Gretta. It was exasperating, but the best her attorney could recommend was trying to make things work and waiting for Stan to make a mistake. I’ve known Tracey was gonna fuck me — figuratively, especially since the change. She hasn’t looked at another man since our ‘intervention’.
