There was just one left out of a twelve-pack. I dug out another twelve and restocked the fridge.I sat in the kitchen enjoying that cold beer. Just as ... finished it off Stacey came up from the basement family room.She looked at me and asked, “Does your wife have a douche bag? That asshole boyfriend of mine cum in me. He must have been too drunk to pull out like he normally does. It’s probably already too late but I should at least try to get his cum out of me before I get pregnant. Can you help. She slurped on the wine while I gratefully brushed her lovely hair, breathing in the fresh scent of her body from behind. She relaxed into me and the pressure of her young body in the silk gown against my breasts was almost too much to bear. The gown was loosely tied and I could see over her shoulder the swell of her breasts as they disappeared under the silk. I stared at the place where her nipples were pushing slightly against the material and swore they were growing but….. The talk got. Seat ko leta kar asif ek dum se mere oopar char kar lait gaya aur bolne laga:Asif kaka:”please lag ghunday maata mazzo la preda khaza main dera yaadegi please azim khan marr kaigam wayi”.”please mujhe thora tumse mazza lene do mujhe biwi bohat yaad aarahi hai please mujhe ruko mat main marjaonga.”Main usse bolne laga please yeh mat karo mere se utar jao yeh na karo asif kaka, magar woh sun nahi raha tha aur apna poora jism mere jism ke oopar ragarne laga aur hillaane laga, mujhe kuch samajh. I had ditched my phone and started using my actual camera, and although the quality was far from perfect due to the blinds and the window I had to shoot through, some of them did in fact show a fair amount of detail. There were photos that showed tiny dots on her bikini top, of which I later found out they were her nipples trying to poke through the fabric; there were photos of her bikini bottoms, stretched around her hips, showing the faint shades of her hidden parts; and, of course, there.