Firing up the program she quickly located the area that contained the folders password. Hannah gasped out loud as she read it.The password was "mychea...ingwhorebitchwife" What the hell is he talking about? I've never cheated on him. Not once!" thought Hannah angrily as she typed in the password for the folder.Once it opened she saw another folder under it named "WIP" and various jpeg's underneath that folder. Hannah knew that to David WIP stood for "Work in Progress".Opening the first picture. "Frontward, please," to her bare back. No response other than clenching her butt and locking her hands under her crotch."Give me my sheet!" She didn't even realize he'd pulled down his pants until his erection prodded her cheeks.Turning to look over her shoulder, "Ugly!"With her girlfriends, it seemed a cute plaything. Now, looming white and rigid from her brother's shadow of hair, it looked larger. He was bouncing his hips just enough to make it wave. She broke her stare when she realized he. Someone had rigged up a sort of shower attachment but the day was still too cold - and the site generally too filthy - for that to be particularly tempting. Instead, I spent a minute or two sitting on the tow bar of the truck, tugging some of the knots out of my hair, and then picked up the guitar, thought better of it and pulled my pipe out of my jeans pocket.Then I thought better of that, too. I could hear a thrush singing in the distance and realised that it could be the musical highlight of. "Yes, I loved it," I replied, "but why?" "Come over for coffee and I'll show you," was all she said. I ran into the shower, shaved, cleaned my teeth, and dressed in a couple of minutes; and headed next door. I walked slowly, casually there. I rehearsed what I was going to say to her. How I wanted her and was sick of this teasing. I knocked and she opened the door. Kate wore a dressing gown. "Come on in," she said with a smile. She closed the door and led me into the lounge. "Sit and I'll get.