After school on Thursday and Friday, I drove Sandy just outside of town and let her drive the Nissan for a little bit, to get used to it. Then on Satu...day morning, four days after her sixteenth birthday. I took her to the drivers services office downtown to take her drivers test. I still don't know who was more nervous Sandy or me, but the license examiner must have had nerves of steel. As I watched Sandy and the examiner pull out of the lot, I was nervous about my car, and about Sandy of. She wore a short cotton dress. When she entered, Jim had offered her a glass of wine and a seat across from him. He sat on the couch. He reached to the end table, picked up a remote control pointed it to the wall behind her and pressed a button.Jim was older than Bob. His head was shaved, He had tattoo’s and ear rings. Barb was instantly afraid of him and what he might do to her but also intrigued at the same time. He asked her name. Barbara Cooper. Was she married. Yes. What’s her. That in itself might not be so unusual but the fact that my best friend was fucking her was. I then realized that his wife, Rose, was on the other side of my wife holding her left leg away from her hubby's thrusting hips so that he might have better access to my wife's pussy.My wife's eyes were closed. Her mouth was open. Her body moved up and down with the force of his thrusts into her. I looked down. My wife's naked leg was was bent at the knee with her foot resting flat on the sheets. His. On some level, I realized that I was jealous of the attention she had gotten from the cop. He had hardly noticed me so far.I called out, “Officer, can I interrupt? Before you E-rupt, that is!”Without coming out of her mouth he leaned across the outside of the windshield and turned his flashlight on me and then down toward my spread legs as I opened my lips wide for him to see my pink pedals and open hole.He smiled and said, “Nice, but I’m busy with your young girlfriend here.”I thought, “Fuck.