" About what?" Luke asked, really interested now."You pulled out this picture you always carried with you," A.J. said. "I'd seen it before, but I alwa...s figured the girl in it was an old girlfriend or something. You finally told me she was your wife. Then you showed me the wedding ring you wore on a chain around your neck. Man, I never even knew you'd been married before that night."Luke had another sudden, vague recollection of the picture A.J. was referring to. It had been a picture of Luke. I felt dimly like a fly being becoming entangled into the spider's web, but I remained friendly and compliant. At fifty-eight she was still quite attractive despite her overbearing personalty. She was wearing a white shirt opened enough to give one ample views of her breasts, the nipples swelling beneath the thin fabric. Once inside she kissed the door closed the door leaving the quzzled assistant on the other side. She pulled me over to a spacious sofa and at last liberated my hand but sat. Showered and ready to get dressed Anne slipped into a black lace trim bra and panties and did a little pose on the bed asking if I approved? Anne then pulled on her little black cocktail dress she had brought with her and she looked so demure, simply dressed but every part a sophisticated woman. Going down to reception and through to the ballroom, we asked another couple waiting to go in if they mind taking a picture for us which they did, once taken we immediately thanked them and uploaded it. Cathy is not a virgin but her experience is extremely limited. She lived in a small village about an hour outside of Saint Petersburg. She was in her first year in the University there. She rode a public bus to school each morning and home each night. She had been riding it for a few months and had gotten to know the driver fairly well. The driver's name was Ivan. He was 43 years old and single. To Cathy he was like a kindly older uncle. Little did Cathy know the thoughts that entered his mind.