Perhaps when he was as youthful as the dog... but that had been too many rich widows and too many hard years ago, he could not remember. Nor did he wa...t to remember. Anything! That Jason Benson was dead and buried beneath a thousand awful memories. A new Jason Benson had grown from the ashes - with the help of a sizable inheritance from his late wife who, he was certain, died of old age though she insisted to the bitter end that she was forty-four, may the Devil fuck her! - a new Jason Benson. " "Or you can stay and watch, if you want," the girl added. "We wouldn't mind, would we?" The guy nodded. To me, these options translated to either going back to mope about my boyfriend, or go on a wild sex adventure. So without hesitation, I stepped into the room and shut the door behind me. "Ooh, we got a kinky one here," the girl said approvingly. "If you don't mind, would you snap some pics of us?" 'Already did', I thought to myself, but said, "Sure. So… go ahead, don't mind me." The girl. "She looked at me with surprise and quickly covered it up by smiling. "I can see that," she said slowly."I'm just screwing with you," I said.She laughed. "You know, he actually is kind of adorable. The way he thinks about things and the stuff he knows. And he is pretty funny. That's quite a package." I guess you have your answer," I said.It was not like Sabrina to take this kind of interest in someone. It gave me an uneasy feeling. On the other hand, she sounded completely sincere. I really. In this one, Mrs. J’s cigarette was lit and she was just pulling it away from her lips. I could see the tiniest bit of smoke in her mouth and it was obvious to me that she was in the early stages of perfecting her snap inhales. At her boyfriend’s request no doubt. “Wow. This looks great,” I said, turning my gaze from the picture to her and then back again. “Thank you. Now look at the next one.” We went like this through four or five more pictures, each taken at varied times of her smoking. Mrs..