There were lots and lots of loose photos. Hundreds. Woulda been a small fortune in film and development costs back in the day. Her with frizzy 80s hai..., her with friends I didn’t recognize, sporting events, her during the college Grunge years - wearing combat boots and a flannel, etc.But one random photo out of this immense pile caught my eye. “Hello … what’s this?” I picked it up and showed it to my wife.“Oh shit! Gimme that!” And she made a lunge for it.I yanked it out of her reach and. I asked are you tired Neha she said little tired I am I told relax for some time on sofa and I got her pillow she told i will sleep on your lap and slept. She was looking at me and my hands was rolling over her cheeks and she was slowly moaning sssssss aaaaaaaa and i couldn’t resist her moaning sound and kissed her cheeks while doing so my chest pressed her Boobs slowly I licked her cheeks my Saliva could be seen on her cheeks and she moaned heavilyPreethu ahahahaha ohhhhhhhhh take me to your. So I slept with my feet toward the fire's embers, and in the cool of early morning she joined me for an hour or two. Then we got back on the road and by the time the sun was high we had reached a tavern where five or six houses, a small mill and a smithy's cold forge leaned together by a fast-moving stream. Smoke hung over all of them.I sat in the ordinary enjoying a good, frothy ale while the woman dickered with the inn-keeper about the price of her liquor in various kinds of money. She ended. His heart swelled in his chest as he gazed at her face, and a mist slowly covered the love filled sheen of his eyes. ‘I love you Patricia,’ he’d responded! His shaking fingers gently caressing her eyes, cheeks, shoulders and breasts, as her breathing continued to elevate its pace. She slid the flimsy see thru top from her shoulders, availing his eyes to her magnificent breasts. Trish pressed her lips to his and at the union of there flesh both spirits soared the heights of loving desire. It.