She flipped through channel after channel for something to watch, but to no avail. Guess I’ll just have to settle for Jersey Shore… She began wat...ching the show, which is when she realized just how bored she was. And speaking of bored, maybe it would be a good thing for her to get out of the house every once in awhile – with the exception of work, of course. Or maybe she just needed some time to herself, to just get away for a bit. But who would watch the kid while Stewart is at work? She. And I had plans. I decided to put it out of my head. But suddenly, she sent me a pic of her phenomenal titties. She called them "good luck boobs." I told her the next time she saw me we were fucking. She promised it so. At the time, I was in school getting my degree. I had no ride home from college that day. I called her. She agreed to come pick me up. She had no makeup on and still looked fantastic. He hair was blonde now. Pulled back in a ponytail through her leather hat. She was wearing a. Her skin was a light coffee color and flawless. I wondered if it was truly as smooth as it appeared.“May I help you?” I heard Cindy ask in a low soft voice.“What?” I heard myself reply, really not understanding the meaning of her question. My mind was trapped in a fog like trance, all my thoughts centered on the body standing before me.She didn’t speak again. She took the two steps that brought her close enough to me for her to put her hands on my shoulders. I stood perfectly still as Cindy. I had to marvel at how totally hot my wife is.The pictures and their timestamps made it clear how obsessed Murphy was with Janet and for how astonishingly long. And in reality I didn’t blame him. Looking at the pictures I could almost put myself in his treacherous shoes. But I was after bigger game here, not the detritus of Murphy’s over-prolonged adolescence. I found it buried so far down in his file structure that I would have missed it if he hadn’t encrypted it. To any forensic examiner,.