Grace snapped at me for the third time since I’d been home.

I handed her the pen she requested and tried to keep my calm. She’d had a bad day, but so had I. The only thing that distracted me from her curtness was the fact that she wore my favorite dress, a form-fitting, wrap dress in deep teal. It tied around her small waist and accented her amazing tits.

“Rough day, sweetheart?” I tried.

She shook her head, lips pressed together tightly. She looked far beyond annoyed as she attempted to clear the dining-room table. Our dinner was cooking in the oven and she wanted to sit and eat “like civilized people.” Problem was, the table was full of clutter from our busy week.

She bent over to grab a bag off the chair and I got a great shot of her round, firm ass in... Leer Más