Impossible. It had to be an unlikely coincidence.I tried not to imagine, or hope, it was from him. That would open up my heart to all kinds of memorie..., longings — and mostly regrets. Yet… I couldn’t wait till morning to find out. I tentatively reached out with a trembling hand. I nearly dropped the envelope when I saw the writing. Calligraphy so delicate, so purposeful, and so unique had been the ace up his sleeve. No girl could reject such beauty. I knew the letter must be from Stone.But why. 'Another extra, she let me take a photo!' and he showed me a photo, my wifes delicate slender hands, clearly recognisable to me, wrapped around he's cock. My jaw hung over. For a final Extra, and I only just had enough cash on me, she licked my cock, all over, from the base to my head, although she would actually take it into her mouth, and let me cum into her discarded g-string! The most intense sexual moment I have ever experienced!!'I was speachless.'Dave, you gotta go back next Friday, see. "Oh-kayyyy, this bag's got my skirts in," she said, raising the bagslightly to demonstrate which one she meant.She smiled, offering it to me as if were a present, her arm outreached,the bag in her hand, waiting to be taken by me.I could see a navy blue material peeking out of the top of the bag, asher rustling it around had disclosed a small part of its contents.Through the bag I could see the shadow of what appeared to be three orfour navy blue school skirts, like the ones the girls at my. They began immediately, with Mum groaning loudly as the men started having sex with her. Sometimes it was hard to work out what they were doing to her, but other times it was easy. Mum would let me know by groaning out how great the bullies' dicks felt shafting her pussy, or splurging right up her bum. They were very noisy, and often I heard the headboard banging against the wall as they balled her energetically, or titty fucked her, and the door and wardrobes were obviously used as shagging.