Ab me story pe aata hu Aaj se 2 shal pehle jab me 8 shal bad apne gaw gaya hua tha morning me gaw ke chok pe ane friend se milne gaya hua tha tab gow ...e hand pamp pe muje ek kubsurat se kadki pani barte najar aai use dekkar yesha lag rha tha ke is yahi pakadke chod do But nahi ho sakta tha mene uski taraf dekha or ek smil di wo tirchi najro se muje gurne lagi. or whase chali gai jane ke bad jab me apne friend se mila or mera bahcpan me ek bast friend tha usko ham bahut satate the muje uski yad. Her towel fell open and I glimpsed the outline of her nipples, sharpened by the cool water. I was desperate to undress her. ‘Do you want to go for a walk?’ I asked casually. ‘There is nowhere to walk to’, she shrugged her shoulders. ‘We could follow that path..’ I nodded in the direction the young couple had headed, ‘see where it goes’. ‘You’re bored aren’t you?’ She grinned, squeezing river water from her hair. I nodded and oblivious to my ulterior motive, she put her shirt loosely on and. My missus Alison in contrast had gone absolutely bonkers and was set on revenge plain and simple, she had bought herself sexy gear (with my cash) and was getting herself toned up by working out every night, then about 3 weeks later I had come home from work to find a big hairy ginger Irishman shafting the shit out of her and her enjoying every second of it, she had said it was to be the first of many (at least as many as I had visits to the parlour) and then we could see if there was anything. This would allow me a clear view of the couch from my bedroom or bathroom with doors slightly ajar. When I noticed the person who had stopped by had notice the photos I usually would excuse myself having to go to the bathroom or bedroom. While I was there I would watch his nervous excitement. Then he would try to get a better peek at the pictures while I was gone. My enjoyment was the look on his face of OMG what did I just discover. Since there were many photos trying to look at them brought.