It was covered with brown paper. I asked her that whose picture was this. She than showed it to me. It was 14year old picture of her anniversary. She ...as looking very pretty in it. She told that today was the birthday of her anniversary. Then she brought a stool and said me to stand on it and I was there standing on the stool with hammer and nails in one hand and from the other hand I was trying to hold the picture from aunty Shriya’s hand and I succeed after some time. She brought another. But getting back together was not going to be all that simple. What if Beth was still going to want a woman from time to time; could I accept that? If I did, I would want to be sure she didn't pick up any diseases and share them with me. That would mean I would want to know who she was with and be reasonably sure in my own mind she was safe. But who was I to pick and chose a safe lover for her when I didn't want anything to do with that kind of stuff myself? What was I going to have to do? Have. “Doggie?” I asked and he gave me a squeeze where I was dry outside, still wet inside and I squirmed on his hand as his fingers stroked along my slippery cunt lips now aroused for a little morning jump. “Did you?” he asked again and I squeezed on his fingers, kissing his neck. “Are you mad?” “It’s hot,” he said, “it turns me on to think about it. Tell me how it happened.” And I did and my story was this:I was on the young side when living with Mom and Dad…my bedroom was next to theirs and. ” I plead. He smiles, but ignores my request and continues to stroke himself. I feel my pussy swell with pleasure. I never needed something so badly in my life. “Should I give you the honor of sucking my cock?” He asked mockingly. “Please, sir, yes.” “It’s getting so hard. I know you would love to suck it.” “I would sir, very much so.” I replied. My eyes were fixated on his hand moving up and down the shaft. I wished it were my tongue pleasing him. He continued to stroke as I begged to suck.