He said.He looked away and continued. There is something I want to ask." What dear?".Tim blushed. "Well I found those photos of you in the basement."E...len grinned. "I know dear. I put them there for you to find." Yes, I thought so once I figured out that one of the collars was for Lisa.But what I wanted to ask is if we could buy some of the things I saw in those photos." Hmmm. I have a better idea." Ellen replied. "All those photos where taken in the basement. It used to be your father's. His cock, wet with her juices and his cum, was semi deflated. It was lying flat on his pelvis and measured about 3 inches long. It was not as thick as it was when it was inside her pussy. Still she smiled looking at it all wet and sticky with their combined juices.She remembered the photo he sent her and her reply that she didn’t like photos, she wanted to see a real cock, his cock. Now lying right there right next to on the bed she saw it was soft and still deflating. She remembered how it. By this time, she was starting to move her hips in rhythm to my fingering and sucking while making indistinct guttural sounds which were driving me crazy! I slipped a second finger into her tight little crack which made her moan “oh fuck, yes!” I was crazily sucking, licking and fingering her so I decided to go for broke. Even though she had a tight little pussy, I had her so lubricated with Irish Cream, my saliva and her own juices, I was easily able to slip my third finger into her tight. We stopped at the gas station to buy condoms and beer, my husband came back to the car with a large beer. (the gas station did not have any condoms) He looked up at the car and there I was at a busy gas station with people around with my tank top pulled as far down as possible just barely covering my nipples. My husband turned bright red and ordered me in the car. He explained that we were still very close to our house and he didn't want a neighbor to find out our kinky side. We pulled into.