I could just walk from department to department filling my cart with junk. Well, some of it was cheap jeans and sweat shirts. Those would be useful in...my real life. Much more useful than the less than two yards of red material Cheryl called a dress. I had also paid a hundred bucks a yard for that thing. Yes there was some buyers remorse there, I admit it. The truth is that somehow over the last year I had managed to accumulate more money than I had made in my whole life up to that point. I knew. From the early days when all she would wear was that fucking modest one piece bathing suit, then bikinis, on to bondage outfits, to their current plateau of frontal nudity, every picture was precious to him. In the earliest shots Megan was only 16 and had not fully developed. It always made him feel good to know that his little girl belonged to him and him alone, that anytime he wished he could see her spread and naked, with that silly, slutty grin that was just for him."Now why would this be. Then she said, "I think this is good for both of us. We both need to explore our relationships with these men. But it's nice that we have each other as a base." "In the meantime," my wife said coyly, "why don't you crawl over here and suck on my finger the way you sucked on Scott's cock?" I did as I was asked, closing my eyes, just imagining his firmness in my mouth. After a few minutes, she said, "I like the way that feels on my finger." He continued, almost giggling, "He must have really. She surprised me by saying yes. We had no protection, but I promised not to cum in her. We started with me on top and all I could do at first was slide up and down her slit. That in itself felt wonderful, but I wanted to get in there. I had used 3 fingers in there before, but I am a bit girthy down there, though only 6 inches long. She was always so wet that we had plenty of lubrication.We shifted a little and it started to go in, but it was way too tight. As I pushed harder she would scoot.