When the best man gave the toast at the reception, I knew he was my kind of guy. He was confident and serious, while still being charming. He managed ...o avoid me and I couldn't seem to stay awake. When ever I did manage to stay long enough to get a look his wife was monopolized his time.Even photographers have to use the bathroom. I had washed up, picked up my camera and opened the ladies room door when I saw him in the hallway. He stepped forward and I stepped back. He in effect followed me. Sometimes, by like half-time, I can barely see or hear and I can't feel pain. I can play — that's the only thing I can do. It's like if it doesn't involve putting that guy with the ball wearing the wrong uniform into the ground, I can't understand it. On the one hand, the coach's love it when I'm like that because some of the other guys pick up the focus from me and we play better — when I'm in the zone like that, we usually win. On the other hand, injuries and penalties go up too.The real. Thankfully today we took my vehicle to the mall. My wife has a Smart Car; damn thing isn’t big enough for a lunch pail and an ice pop. I drive a full size Chevy Suburban; and she hates it and won’t drive it because it’s too big. As we left the mall I hobbled like I was a bit sore and then after we got to my vehicle we hopped in the back seat so I knew we would have enough room to “examine” the damages. Once in the back seat I went thru the agony of removing my shorts. She didn’t act too. Once, she kissed me on the lips, and I heard Don's camera clicking away, capturing the moment. Don told us to face away from the camera on the bed, side-by-side, and he took the most suggestive and erotic shot he'd taken all evening -- the two of us, on our knees, legs slightly spread, our two hairy pussies raised up and winking obscenely at the camera.God, I felt like I was going to come from the sheer excitement, without anyone's touching me. I know that if Tad had given me, at that moment, a.