Pick up the magazine said John and look at the first photo inside.Red faced she did this and saw it was woman topless and wearing trousers,she had her...hands on her hips and was staring boldly at the camera. I want you to copy that pose said John,take off your top and bra. Jean slowly did this feeling very self conscious but she had struck a bargain with John and had to carry her side through.she folded her arms across her breasts but John approached her and pulled them down to her side,not. I couldn't look at anyone. I felt horrible, i was thinking 'What will she do now? Will she tell? Will she just show mum and dad the video?" All these thoughts entered my head. After dinner i went upstairs to listen to music and try to take my mind of it for a bit with some Fifa on my Xbox 360. After a few hours it was about 11pm and everyone went to bed and surprisingly i hadn't heard from or seen any of Emma since dinner. Just as i got into bed i heard a little tap on my door and Emma. In another she was leaning back, and Marrie was rubbing her tits against Becky's; an unidentifiable blonde was turned away from the camera in the background. The third was by far the most incriminating. Becky was in the house, lying on my bed, her eyes open wide and her mouth forming an 'O'. Marie was lying beside her, on her stomach, her legs spread with a clear view to her closely cropped twat. In this one, my wife was sitting on the edge of the bed drying her hair with a towel, her breasts. "Aaaahh, ahhh, ahh" Debs gritted her teeth, "oh shit he was hard." His cock pressed inside her, onto her anal muscles. She widened her eyes even more. "Oooh, ooohh!" She felt her ass give a little spit of fluid as he hit deep inside her pussy, then another."Oooh uggh no, no you're uggh makinnngg ugghhh!" Debbie clenched hold of his sides the bed rattling. The Asian man was pushing her legs up, the Boss rising up a little taking each leg in his hands bringing the ankles up vertical in front of.