Miss Can We Fuck You?

Joan was already asleep when I went to bed. I was happy that I didn't need to explain whey I didn't want to cuddle or have sex. During my lunch hour Wednesday, I contacted an attorney. I didn’t have enough evidence of infidelity. He advised that I needed a picture of the sexual activity with her face clearly identifiable. I kicked my self for not taking a picture when standing in the door way as they were blissfully fucking. I didn’t have the money for an investigator and as advised I reduced the checking account to $200, and closed the credit card. I tits left the attorney’s office and drove past my house. Again, there big was the same car in the driveway. I took another picture of the car and then went to the front door hoping to get the picture my attorney needed. When I began to open the door, I heard them in the living room, my wife screaming to be fucked harder. I couldn’t take the chance to peek in. Another ‘Kodak” moment missed. I returned to work and was unable to concentrate on work, my mind was working overtime thinking what I was going to do about my cheating wife. How was I going to handle this mess? I didn’t know just how long I had to let her fuck those guys until I got the pictures the attorney said I needed as proof. Just how would I get pictures when they are in the living room? Did teacher I have to let her fuck other men for a week, a month, or maybe a year until I had the riding pictures I needed? No, I wasn’t going to put up with her cheating any longer than necessary. My mind was spinning, I was going to be a sly, sneaky pissed off husband. Soon to be an x-husband. I got a manila envelope. With the printer, I made a return address of ‘Investigative Reports, P.O. Box 2235, Any-town, USA’. I then typed my name and office address on a mailing label and pasted it on the envelope. I put several papers inside to give the envelope bulk and the pictures of the car and then the picture of voyeur the three people in the sexual act under it. I knew a quick glance would appear to be the same I saw in our master bedroom. On the way home, I stopped at an electronics store and purchased a miniature recorder. Now I had an envelope of fake information and a recorder to get factual information. With the recorder in my shirt pocket, I entered the house at the usual time with Joan there to give me a kiss. Again, she had cleaned up any evidence. “Stand right here in front of me.” Harry laughed. How Michael was beginning to wish he could get his hands on her! “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” - Pinkie let her voice run amok, getting a bit hoarse from all the screaming. I chime in, “You haven’t found that to be the case with us, have you?” I ask even though I know the answer. “You can do it,” I said, drawing back my hand. The yacht dwarfed Derek’s boat. Not one of those boys who would try voyeur to take advantage of me. He understood that I would always be Daddy's little girl. “But I understand if you don’t want to stay.” “Seems like you don’t have that mysteriously cock anymore. Cindy’s juices flooded her stepson’s face. On reaching the park after giving scores of hard on on the way, the frustrated wife sought a slightly secluded spot and sat in meditation posture under a tree. She was so close and craved release. She wanted every black man to imagine playing with them, kissing and sucking them as soon as they saw her. Mollie big stood stiffly, with her hands manacled tits behind her. Laura tried to stop her own licking of Amy riding but in this case Amy just kept going. I figured I was stuck so up early I teacher delivered the wood to my parents, stacking it as quietly as possible then it was back to the factory for another load. I figured since we were not a couple, just friends with benefits, I had nothing to hide. It was late on in the week and it was probably her second turn at night duty. I knew another thing to sting and flicked my index finger against the hardened bud.