Her wavy brown hair dipping beneath her shoulders to the small of her back. Her face reminded me of Kathy Ireland's only softer. I was in love with Ry...n's wife, my "friends" wife.Having photographed his affair with the barfly I knew I could end his marriage at any time, knowing that Kelly, with her religious beliefs would never be able to accept his infidelity. That, combined with her gaining the knowledge of their true financial troubles, would surely cause a divorce. Who knows, if I played my. ...uhm....that's it baby. uah.... I love it when you bite me."Jen pulled his head in tighter to her breasts and guided his face over each and pulled it away as he help each nipple gently in his teeth, stretching them."Uhm..." Oh..yeah...." Right there baby...."I had just witnessed first hand the transformation of my sweet innocent Jen, no longer was she my beautiful classy girlfriend. She had experienced lustful desire and succumbed to it. By the end of this night she would no doubt be one. All of these were portrayed as inadvertent and innocent and unlikely to cause any confrontation or suspicion.I got bolder with her panties, too. Based on my trips to the hamper I could tell her purple cotton briefs were her favorites, as well as mine. One day I pulled them out of the washing machine during the cycle and stretched out the material on the crotch and ripped a couple threads on the seam. Sure enough, a couple days later the purple panties showed up in the hamper, stretched and with. ‘Hey. You don’t want to be out here all night.’ He tried to wake her without success. Then he attempted to stand her up, but that wasn’t doable either. Since she was unconscious, her body was all loosey-goosey. It was like trying to lift 120 pounds of Jell-O. She oozed out of his arms. He ended up dragged her over to a lounge chair. He was able to hoist her half way onto the chair. She ended up face down on the lounger. Her torso was on the chair and her legs trailed off resting on the ground..