When I made my way back into the living room to hand her one, my heart stopped for a half of a second, because she was standing at my display cabinet ...ext to the LED TV, staring at the picture of Shelly again. Fucking shit! I cursed myself. Why do you keep forgetting to take that picture down and put it somewhere else?! In the midst of the move, I didnt think about the stuff that needed to be discarded. I just needed to get the hell out of town and I wasnt thinking about the little shit that. ”“Absolutely; I like to think I have an open mind, but I do not wish to partake in anybody pissing on me or me on them.”I looked at her, giving her a quick kiss, “Any suggestions as to the type of photos we do?”Jade reached out and clicked on the hot photos list, the first couple of pages were all of females in various stages of undress. She changed the filter to show couples but that was also mostly made up of females. She changed the filter again and brought up the hot male photos; this at. "That stunned me. My sweet wife had always refused to do more than the occasional portrait. She walked to the center of the room and sat down. First, she lay back on the carpet, then she spread her legs pulling her dress up to her waist. She was quite exposed. She then moved her right hand over to her vagina and inserted her middle finger into her pussy. "I want to fuck you," I said to her. She replied, "I bet you say that to all your female acquaintances." She pulled her finger out of her. She smiles, and spreads herself invitingly, allowing the tip of one finger to dip in and out. He sits back on his heels, and gives a stern command. "Turn over." She continues to stare at him, brazenly exploring herself. Her daring and her own skillful touch make her increasingly breathless. "No," she says defiantly. "Don't want to." He's on his knees in a flash, his hands closing around her small waist. In one smooth movement, he flips her over and lays her out across his lap. She can feel his.