While there, she was bitching about her girlfriend (my friend with benefits) coming over after the appointment. Well, needless to say, my wife finally...agreed to have her over. We picked her up from the local library and brought her back to our apartment.Once in our apartment, my wife and her girlfriend are laying next to each other on the bed teasing each other very horribly. I am on the couch playing a PS3 game and watching this all go on which is very arousing. Next thing I know, my wife and. No cab company could put together a fleet of cars that looked just like this. This was an old, beat-up sled of a Chevy that probably had a V-8 that could go 150 miles an hour.We slid into the back seat, a big, wide, lounge of a seat. The bucket seats in front were divided by a wide console that was flat on top, and rode just above the level of our seat. The driver was leering at us to see whom she was bringing back. He was like his car, with a beat-up face and a body that looked like it could. "I was totally and pleasantly surprised by her response and I immediately opened my backpack and pulled out my camera before anyone had a chance to change their minds.I moved to the front of the rock so I was in front of them and I snapped my first picture with both of them seated on her towel. Giving me a great shot between her legs at her pussy and of course Jake and his cock was in the picture to.Right after I snapped my first picture, Mary asked, "Can you take a picture of us with my. It would kill him he knew, but didn’t care anymore, at least it kept the pain and sadness in control. He had always considered himself fortunate to be the one she’d loved, because to say his facial features were modest at best, was an outright kindness. And physically he was nothing that would recommend him to the loving heart of a seeking romantic. Everywhere he looked now he was reminded of her absence from his life, and the pain would surround his heart like a large vise meanly twisted in.