He even bragged about getting shots of her kissing a bloke somewhere in Sandbanks. But the agency never sold such pictures. In fact, no one ever found...such files on the agency's cloud. His friends all joked behind his back, claiming that Ben had only dreamed about getting his hands on such material – which would have given him, a 41-year-old man living in Stoke-on-Trent, a very nice paycheck. Getting any shots of Emma had become much more difficult in recent years. In fact, these pictures of. . Did she even love me?I thought we had a great sex life. Maybe it had gotten a little stale over the years, but she was so affectionate before she left, and when she returned from these weekend trips, she always felt so loving. Was it all an act?Their moans echoed from my phone’s speakers. I had to know. My heart pounded as I dug into her menu, navigating quickly. I hit her Main Menu. I moved fast. Spirituality. Sexuality. Orientation. The sliding bar appeared. On my daughter Sam, she was. Things always started relatively tame. Traditional guy on girl. Then some lesbian porn. Then group sex. And on and on it went. And then I got to my biggest fetish, the one I tried to hold out on. The one I never shared with the women I dated……strap-on sex. No, not girls using strap-ons on each other. Girls strapping-on guys. I don’t know why, but from the very first time I stumbled upon one of these videos, I was hooked, and as I watched more of these videos, I experimented a little by myself.. “That was a bit odd, don’t you think?” Linda asked me pensively. It seemed as though Kara almost walking in on us wasn’t cause for alarm - our daughter was old enough for us being intimate to not come as a surprise; or at least that’s what my conditioning told her. However, Kara being flirty and suggestive towards us was something else entirely, and something we needed to talk about. I appreciated the irony of my wife trying to parent while she was still perched atop me.“She’s just happy for us.