He’d hand over the memory card from his camera if he got some time with my wife. This wasn’t likely, my wife looked really embarrassed. She superv...sed guys as young as this at work and it was clearly too much for her. She didn’t stop him though when he leant over and cupped a boob. Soon her dress was open and he was fondling her naked tits and forcing her legs open. He buried two fingers deeply into her cunt and she seemed to relax. So there I was, watching this small, skinny guy hardly old. I have to go down and try to placate my sister. I know it’s going to be hard but there are ten millions things that I still have to get done and I don’t want to have to deal with them at the last minute. I’m gonna go downstairs, she’s gonna complain that I am the worst sister ever and then I’m gonna say I’m sorry. She’s gonna complain some more but somewhere between the 5th complaint, she’s gonna forgive me. I’m gonna tell her that she’s the most beautiful bride to ever walk the four corners of. But I was pretty sure I had everything planned well.As I made my way down the street there was no movement in the houses. I simply walked up the driveway and over to the porch and quickly opened the door with my stolen key and slipped in. The key was a copy made one day at lunch when she had left her keys out. She stayed there for lunch so I made a stop at the local Home Depot to get the key copied.I locked the door and took my shoes off as not to make a mess in the house for someone to find.. I looked for a towel or wash cloth to clean the fluids that flowed between my legs. There were none. There wasn't a bathroom or a sink in sight. I was standing naked in a dark dungeon covered with oil, semen and my own juices. The odors were unmistakably that of sex and surely would be noticed at home. I just had to wipe off what I could with my panties, get dressed, then head for the shower immediately when arriving home. I hung my soaked panties on the doorknob as I left. I was home by.