Mike forwhat almost seemed like a deliberate reason, left his phone in the house.Being tasked with returning the phone, Ashleigh's curiosity got thebe...ter of her firstly as she tried unlocking the phone, expecting apassword lock. But to her surprise the phone contained no such security.But as Mike had little to no social media accounts, the only thing worthspying into was his files, which caused Ashleigh's mouth to drop fromshock. His photo albums were covered with pictures of Mike, but. ..” What could I say? Here was the woman I had loved, still loved, and I was telling her that I wasn't the woman she had been loving all along. “All those nights you said you were busy or tired?” she asked. “I was out, dressed like this, trying to convince the world - and myself - that I could be this,” I replied. “And those clothes I saw in your closet?” “Mine... I lied when I said they were my dads, that I was keeping them as mementos after he had died.” Her eyes were wide, so wide, but. She has great legs. It was fun taking pictures that showcased them. In a couple of shots she was leaning toward me. Her breasts were small enough that they did not fill the top of the dress tight and high enough that they were starting to show. Unfortunately they were in shadow so it was just hints. Beautiful nonetheless. I thought about moving a light to showcase them but thought better of it. She was having fun. I took several hundred shots. Her expressions ran the gamut from shy, to coy, to. They knelt at Sharon's feet and began cutting the skin from her legs. They were flaying her alive, peeling the skin from her body as she lay screaming on the ground.The camera panned in close to show the knives sliding between the flesh and meat beneath, removing her skin in one continuous piece like the hide from a steer. When the camera pulled back out, there was a naked girl sitting on Sharon's face. Her pussy was muffling Sharon's screams."That's Chrissy," sobbed Missy softly.Sharon.