So you spread my swollen pussy lips and lean me back even further on his dick and slide in my wet pussy. "Oh God" I mutter. The feeling of both of you...in me and then you begin to both fuck me as one goes out the other goes in. The feeling seems to get to both of you, too. Your hands are all over me squeezing my tits, pulling my hair, slapping my ass and then it really begins to feel good to me. I'm so surprised but not for long because I begin to cum harder than I think I ever have before.Now I. I searched for images created on those dates too but again found none. Either the explicit files were hidden, encrypted or Pete was keeping them safely elsewhere.I was just about to give up and do some ironing when as a last thought, I looked for recently used files and directories. There I found a series of filenames which I could see were photos.I clicked on the first file. It opened and I sat back in my chair in surprise.The picture on screen had clearly been taken during our holiday in. Kyle had been drunk, she reasoned, he wasn't thinking rationally, his inhibitions suppressed by the alcohol. Perhaps in the light of day, he too would understand how very wrong last night had been. Perhaps she could give him the help he needed to quit drinking or at least find him help.She knocked on his door and when there was no answer, opened it to find the room unoccupied. Checking downstairs, the house too was empty. A momentary fear that he had left her ran through her mind, but she. And Tom was certainly enjoying it as he stroked his length while I ate his hole. Embarrassing me, putting me in my place, was bringing him great pleasure. Tom began smacking my forehead with his stiff cock as the tip of my tongue tickled his hole. He found this quite amusing and laughed as he struck me several times with his instrument. But he quickly stopped and began lifting one leg up and over my head. I was torn between being relieved and disappointed that the analingus ended. I quickly was.