”“A fuck pit, you mean.” And she laughed.I inwardly rolled my eyes. Having a dim, horny wife meant she thought everything was funny. That was pa...t of this bimbo-ish persona, but I got a little tired of it.A suggestion flickered up on the screen. I liked it. “Hey, babe. Why don’t you put back on your socks and shoes? Just those, nothing else.” My wife sat and pulled back on her footies and pink workout shoes. Standing, she looked like a fit, adorable, and somewhat stoned nudist jogger.“Looking. I sure do love to explore but in just a minute she is grabbing me by the hair and pulling my wet face up to hers. She licked my face and told me to fuck her know. As soon asI got junior inside the bush jungle and got set to start thrusting she came loudly and held me tight. I stopped and said damn girl. she kept breathing hard for a minute or two while still holding me tight. She then told me that she had dreamed many times of fucking me on her stores counter just like we had done. She said all. "Thanks," she said, "Can you do me one more favour." The woman agreed, without even asking what the favour was. "So..." Rachel said, directing her attention at me again. "You might just want to, you know, cover your face for this one..." I gulped. "Umm, why... why, exactly?" I said. Part of me knew full well what the answer was going to be. "Because," Rachel teased, "Me and my new friend here are going to take another photo each. And to give you fair warning, these particular photos aren't. .." She... told me about Theo's... thoughts of suicide... I found a bottlea pills Theo had saved... He hid his depression well..." I'm sorry."Beth tore her eyes away from Debra to look at Theo, her back turned shehad found the back corner of the carrier to bury her face into.---------Barbra stood out in the chilly nighttime smoking her cigarette with twoguards behind her leaning against a wall. The transport rounded thecorner and she stamped out her cigarette and brushed her hands down.