“If we are going to follow her again I suggest a GPS tracker on the car,” I said to Deacon on the phone the next day. The truth was it was like th... police lab. There was seldom any resolution to a case. At least no one told us, if there was. Deacon didn’t even bother to answer, which didn’t surprise me. He was a man of few words.The next day was Saturday and I had a wedding to shoot. It was held in a country church several miles outside of Greenwood Ms. Once I arrived I set thing up. Part of. "Yes maybe I do"."Do you mind if I join you for a smoke, there's a nice bench on the other side where your Grandpa likes to sit in the sun. I'm sure you'd find it more comfortable than that old bucket on your nice little backside"."Ok lets go over there then I wouldn't want an olded man to stand while I sat my nice little backside on a bucket". They both laughed and walked to the other side of the garden and sat on Grandpa's bench. Sergei sat and Silva stood and did a twirll asking, asking "Do. The question was who was he fucking? The door was slightly ajar. He was trying to see as much as her body as he can without being caught. Turns out, he did. It was Sabrina, the firm’s supervisor. Sabrina was very professional behind closed doors... and hot. She got plenty of looks. He got a little hard listening to them fuck. She let out a few soft moans before getting louder.“Yeah, take that dick."SMACK.“Ugh!"“Damn,” Christian said. “That’s kinda hot.” He quickly walked past the room, perusing. Our friends had arranged to stay with us overnight. My friend's wife was again far the worse for drink (she sadly could not hold her liquor as well as my wife) and when we returned to our house needed to be taken straight upstairs. My wife and friend undressed her and put her to bed. By the time they came down to have a nightcap with me she was fast asleep. We laughed about her condition, but my friend added that he was disappointed she was so drunk as he had hoped to shag her before going to.