“What’s wrong?”“Different subject please,” I managed through my teeth, trying to keep my mind focused on parking.“Oh, I’m sorry,” Gabr...ella exclaimed sincerely. “Umm, umm, fuzzy pickles?”I put the car in park, turning around to look at her in confusion. “What?”She shrugged. “Fuzzy pickles. It’s random. Did it help?”I sighed heavily, sitting forward again, trying to focus on the task at hand. “Umm, yeah, I guess it did.”“Cool,” Gabriella said cheerfully. “Then let’s go in and find out what’s in. Her long, blond hair fluttered around her full breasts in the breeze coming off the water. Jason turned the camera on and made sure the sound was off. ‘Start looking for what I hid over by the lounge chair.’ Cindy slowly moved toward the chair as Jason commented. ‘You’re getting warmer.’ ‘Bend over and look under the chair.’ As Cindy bent over, it provided a perfect view of firm ass cheeks for the camera. The material from the suit rode up her crack. Jason smiled. This is gonna be great, he. Our relationship grew stronger, and our sex life was wonderful. I’m not going to say we had sexual intercourse every night, but we had some form of sex four to five times a week. Which was more than I had in the last couple of years since my wife died.It was the 4th of July and she had a party to celebrate and watch the fireworks. There were maybe fifty or so people at the party. We had a big cook out with plenty of food and booze. One thing she did make was different flavors of jello mixed. “Yeah. I was shocked when your friend called me,” she said. “My husband didn’t understand why I was so eager to leave. I just told him you were my oldest friend, and he gave me his blessing.”“How long did we actually go out, anyway?” I asked, hoping her memory was better than mine. It was.“Not that much, really. We saw each other every day when we walked to school, after all,” she laughed again. “The only reason we went out is because I wanted to see that movie that my parents wouldn’t take me.