I was sitting there in the living room, surrounded by half-empty boxes of kitchen stuff, books, papers. I just happened to glance at a cardboard box b...lanced on the edge of a dining room chair. I had papers and stuff in it, a real jumble of things, and on top were some photographs. They weren't the usual kind of photos, the kind that you get back from the drugstore. They had funny pointed ends on them. They were polaroids, like on television. I'd never seen one up close so I grabbed the top. “Oh God, Penny... I’m... I’m...”His thrusts became faster and deeper as his long, thin cock repeatedly battered my cervix but, as usual, I could feel little sign of my own climax approaching. * It was Sunday night and we were naked, in our bedroom, in our big double bed, enjoying our usual end-of-weekend lovemaking session. Both I and my attractive, athletic husband of nearly twenty-five years still worked hard at the physical side of our marriage. Even now we were both over fifty and with the. ?Your very welcome pain slut.? Julie left the room. I looked over at Cindy kneeling in the corner with a very red ass and listened to her sobs quiet.Julie entered the room after a while, walked over and pulled the now quiet girl over to the bed by the leash. ?Start at my feet. you know what to do cuntlicker.? Cindy bent and started licking Julie's shoes. Without being told she slowly moved up Julie's legs and finally to her pussy. She had obviously been trained as I had. Julie laid back. My wife’s out shopping and my daughter’s out playing tennis. The house is empty and I’m alone. I go to my daughter’s bedroom. My heart’s pounding with a mixture of guilt, anticipation and lust. The walls are girly pink, the fluffy toy she’s cuddled since she was two is still there on her pillow. The picture of her in that so short tennis skirt when she won the college tennis tournament last year is on her dresser. My eyes linger on her long tanned legs and her firm young breasts bulging under.