Caroline's husband Mark has a nine to five job and he is usually around to help out. With only one teenager to cope with she has never even come close...to the total collapse that I almost experienced, but when I started on my night out program Caroline decided that she needed to appoint herself my "guardian" on those nights and she started to go out with me.My husband wasn't all that keen on the idea because he thought Caroline was just a little too wild. He said he had heard rumors that she ran. There were a lot of men at the agency and they paid attention to me. I started dressing for work, short skirts, tight tops, I thought I was looking good. Roger saw me most everyday and never said anything about how I looked. Every evening when I got home he would go on the computer to read his dumb stories. I wanted attention, if I didn't get it at home, I knew where I could get it.I asked Roger what he saw in all those stories?He would answer that he just couldn't believe how these husbands. It took my breath away, and then she turned her back and swayed and lowered her bra and tossed it away as I snapped picture after picture. She turned around but covered her tits with her hands; she lowered her hands and her pretty knockers were there bare for my view, and I continued to take pictures. Nancy bare-breasted and posing half-naked for me on film, awesome! Her tits jiggled as she danced. The motion of her breasts was hypnotic as I watched her hard nipple and boobs move.Nancy. We'd parked along the creek's edge, just down from a wooden bridge which allowed access to Lester Mouser's place. Lester's homestead was a bit like an island because the creek meandered almost all the way around it. Most people avoided it since Lester went crazy a few years back and took to shooting animals for no reason. He even fired at a deputy or two. I thought that might explain what we saw.A canoe floated under the bridge. Inside, a dog limped back and forth and whimpered. The dog, for.