The cuckolded husband felt sick when he saw the photos. There could be no doubt that it was Joan, even though the man's identity was not apparent. A h...t anger shot through him and, for a moment, he was glad he'd deflowered her kid sister. If he actually had? She still hadn't mentioned it."Oh God, Julie. Who took the pictures?" Who else knew?"Reverend Gibson took them, Don. And Sherry found them. That's why... do you remember last night?" Oh God, Julie. You mean? Then I wasn't dreaming?" No.... " Yeah, we had a pretty good team." What position did you play?" I played libero." Were you as good as Jill?" Better. Of course I had six or seven years more practice. That's enough about me. We don't have a lot of time. What else is on this thing?"I clicked the Schedule link and Jack's multicolor chart came up. Everyone leaned forward a bit, concentrating on it. I scrolled down slowly so they could see the progression of the teams from week to week.Beth was the first one to speak. "Jeez! It's. I call myself Mr Dupont, and told her;about my shortcomings in attracting the opposite sex, that I'm something of a nylon fetishist and get somewhat turned on simply by seeing female legs in nylons and high heels (stockings or pantyhose doesn't really matter, but top of the line is a woman with high heel sandals, nearly skin colored pantyhose, a really short pleated mini skirt, and if/when she bends over deeply forward the skirt slides up to reveal that both her panties (if any) and pantyhose. Kathy seemed to move past the pain and started enjoying the banging into her fucking back door. Frank grabbed her hair again and asked how the whore liked this cock buried deep in her. Kathy turned around somewhat and smiled and told him to do what ever his cock desired. Frank grabbed her hips and fucked her as hard as humanly possible. What a fucking turn on to see my wife being taken like a common whore and used for the pleasure of the cock that was banging away.Frank got to the point he.