She pulled me close and said thats it fuck her little pussy, Stretch it wide. I withdrew and plowed in again. She continued talking dirty to me until ...he could see I was about to cum. As I started chanting Alicias name, my wife abruptly stopped me right before I came and slid out from underneath me. I have an idea, stay here and give me a few mins. I was getting pissed. My balls needed to be emptied so bad it was hurting. I fell asleep and after what seemed like hours I felt my wife climbing. Of course, she had her special fetishes and fantasies and she relied on her husband to make them come to fruition at those times when “a girl has got to have it”.Her spouse had given up on trying persuading her to give him the thrills he desperately needed and he was overjoyed to have a suitable feminine substitute in his presumed fifteen year old adopted daughter right there in the room at the top of the stairs.Alice bent over in front of the full length mirror and looked over her shoulder at. I decided to scan through them, out of curiosity. To my surprise there were actually no nude pictures. They all seemed to be fairly mild, softcore pictures of women, posing in lingerie. The largest section seemed to almost exclusively of women in pantyhose. He clearly had a thing for pantyhose that I'd never known about. I made a mental note, and was just about to turn off the PC when I noticed another set of directories. These contained web files, and pictures. The pictures were more. " Turning he left the room to make his journal entries.DAY/TIME: Saturday, 12:30pmNOTE: Since subject had no reaction to mild suggestion an unambiguous request for the action was made. Subject responded in the affirmative however no physical action was noted subsequent to the request.There didn't seem to be much reason to keep checking up on her for the rest of the day, he thought. She would either do it or not. But what would he do if she didn't respond? He needed to think about that. Should.