I have loved her long enough to know when she has been disappointed or unsatisfied. She was."Come with me," she said as she took my hand and led me to...the house.We walked in silence through the kitchen and down the hall to the bedrooms. The door to the spare room was still open. As I looked in I could see the small cum stain on the duvet cover. The door to our bedroom was closed, and while opening the door she paused, gesturing with her hand to both doorways."Which one?" she asked.I pulled her. He smiled, saying her wife had never given her virgin asshole to him…Then I stood up and pushed my hands against the wall, bending over in front of him. The married man asked me if I was sure and then I just nodded yes.He put on a condom; then he grabbed my hips with his soft hands and soon I felt his hard dick invading my very tight asshole. I bounced against his crotch, feeling his hardness pumping me with a very nice steady pace.After some minutes he grunted and he held my waist, as he. They had broken up into twos, by age and were upon the floor inverted licking the others sex.Of the photos this was the worst of the bunch, bad lighting, the bodies over to the side of the photo and whom was who hard to make out. All the others had been clean, crisp and detailed with perfect lighting and images. Then I saw the cord going from the bottom of photo, over some discarded clothing to the unknown older woman's hand. I knew enough about photography to know this was the remote switch on. ’ you say. ‘I’ll use it when I’m ready.’ I laugh. I carry on rubbing your clit with the vibrator until you are begging me to use it. I thrust the vibrator up your wet pussy and lick your clitoris as I thrust it up and down. I want you to come for me again so I can taste you again. I move to your nipples and breasts and give them some deserved attention. The vibrator is wet with your juices and slips in and out very easily. You build up to another orgasm. Go down to taste me again you tell me..