I did not mention about the email from Michael, just I had tried calling several times, she just said she had stayed at her mums.On Sunday morning I r...ceived another email from Michael. It said “my brother fucking” It had an attachment that was a short video clip. The clip was of a huge black cock fucking a white pussy and the guy pumping her full of cum. When the guy pulled out his cock was limp, but still as thick as a coke can, it was covered in juice. I looked at the clip again, there was. But, I could hear soft moans coming out of Kritika. I could sense it from her quivering voice that she was in cloud nine. Once he was done with the back he asked Kritika to turn; in his same firm voice. He looked very relaxed and in control of the situation.Kritika was in a trance by now. He poured a lot of oil in her cleavage and navel and started kneading her breasts in a pattern. I could see love juices flowing out of her vagina. She was shivering and letting out moans and gasps. Whenever. He was playing right along. He said "it has been a long time since I held a beautiful woman in my arms." I smiled back and said "this could be your lucky night." My wife returned and I gave her a wink. She knew what to do, so she walked straight over to Whitney and asked him to dance again. This time the dancing was a little more intense. I noticed her hands dropping from his shoulders down to his ass and grab him tightly. He liked where this was going and started kissing her neck and ear.. "I can tell. You guys do look very into each other."She turned the camera on and tried to get some of the pictures up on the LCD on the back. There were some pictures of Bridget in the water, trying to throw her hair back. They'd gotten the speed of the shutter on the camera wrong and the light was in the wrong place."Ok, so you've been trying to do some glamour shots, right? And you just don't want to, right Bridget?" Well, I just don't have that body. I've tried but the weight just doesn't.