The biggest problem has been dealing with my wife. She has not stoppedcrying since the first time she looked into a mirror. The first time shesaw hers...lf naked she tried to kill herself. I tried to console her, asshe was having her stomach pumped out. I told her how I loved her nomatter how she looked. I thought I meant it. But reality has set in. Shecan no longer keep up on our daily jogs, and has had to resign herself tobeing the receptionist at work. She hates that she can no longer go. I could get closer. So I did. I slid my butt up touching her toes, and ran my hand down the front side of her thigh. Her hand slowed more and she emitted a soft whimper. Now I was in it for the whole thing, and I moved my hand to her inner thigh and stroked down to just a couple of inches above her hand. She widened her legs even more, and straightened one out beside me. I reached out and placed my hand on hers. Slowly, she withdrew her hand, leaving my hand touching that beautiful, luscious. The throb returning to my aching vagina, my heart began racing as once again an orgasm built up. Fingering ceased, I could hear Billie fumbling behind me, his cock pushed up against my ass, and then the end brushed over my clit as he attempted to insert it into my tunnel. Finally making its destination his hips pressed into my ass checks as he forced it in as far as it would go. I squeaked as he ground his cock inside of me, tiny movements causing just enough pleasure to make me gasp. Not. Shortly after that, I got my job back, but I soon found myself back here, and as before I soon started feeling the load of fives and tens and sometimes once in a while a quick twenty lining my pockets by these delicious looking women who probably needed a little company in a bedroom void of male companionship. This I do know for a fact. They were all more then a little grateful that I had returned to the grocery store position. Then out of nowhere I saw her walk in. Pam Jenkins. Back in the day.