We have always had a reasonably good sex life, but since I began sending her notes it has become even better. I think the first time I wrote a note wa... a day following a session where my wife asked me what I was thinking about. I really felt I could not tell her the honest truth, despite the fact that I really wanted to. So, the next day I took the plunge and did so, writing her a vivid description of how I imagined her flirting with other men and how that thought turned me on immensely and. I adjusted her pose and clicked some pics!!!! We clicked a lot more photos that day of her with a variety of poses and jackets and stuff.I also taught her to use the camera. We ate some packed food and decided to click one last series and go home! She said, now let’s click some pics which I can use on a private Insta account. I asked what? She said, don’t act innocent Vicky you have an Insta account and I know you follow sluts, I want just 2-3pics showing my cleavage and figure! I won’t post. He was tall, thin, and muscular. Every time they hugged, he felt his hand rest on the top of her buttocks. She wished, just once, that he’d drop his hand and cup her cheeks. If he did that, if he felt her ass, she’d cum in her panties. They didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did. It happened naturally, as a next step progression to their unique relationship when siblings bond in the way they did. They were so close that they were psychically connected. It happened when they both were. He was right. I didnt. Not because I didnt want to but because my foster parents made me give them half of what I earned and then deposit the rest. They didnt want me to spend any of my money. You have to save it for college, was the mantra I heard every week. Forget the beer. Lets just go for a walk. After working here all fucking day I would rather forget this place instead of the beer. When 11:00pm finally rolled around and we closed. We did our normal closing tasks and when we were done I.