I really tried being a good friend but if she was going to have an affair with anyone it was going to be me.We were never really physical with each ot...er so I had to find some way of changing that to start.We were outside one day and she was smoking as usual.I always took a break with her even though I don't smoke.She was very quite but finally looked at me and said " can I come over to your place after work so we can talk?" "Of course you can" I said.At my place we sat drinking beer talking. And that Sarkis who owned a studio who would gladly have them pose for him. As ever with Jacqui I didn't have much say in the matter and once again she demonstrated her independent streak when she told me a few days later that she and Carol were going off to 'put together a portfolio', whatever that was supposed to mean. When she returned later that day she said that it had all been great fun, that Sarkis had taken some great shots (of the tasteful kind) but that at the end of the session he. She bit her lip, her glasses slipping down her dainty nose. I loved teasing her, watching the chisel slide through her pink pussy lips, her folds clinging to the metal.Then I jammed it into her.Her head snapped back and she cried out, “Krab, let my passion spill into these materials and allow me to bring the finest craft from them!”I felt the blessing of her God surging through her as I pumped the chisel in and out of her cunt. Her juices coated the metal, the tool tingling in my hand. I. I told you he has no feelings for you, Ronnie. He's not even trying to get hard. And you, you gave better blowjobs when you were twelve."I realized at that moment that Carl was completely serious about killing me and about possibly killing Ronnie. I was reacting in stress before this, but now it settled in.There are several stages of grief and I blew through them in a matter of seconds. I probably skipped over some, but I was grieving for myself and grieving for the future, or my lack thereof,.