I remember getting home that night and thinking what pair should I try out first, the most worn out pair, maybe my wife’s favorite pair or a safe st...and by pair just to see if it was a real request and not BS… I ended up settling on my wife’s well worn brown Tommy Hilfiger driving moccasins. Why: they were one of my wife’s favorites, had been worn to death showing her deep semi-dirty toe prints inside, the exteriors showed signs of were on the sole bottoms, the sides had ghost forms of my wife’s. I took 90ml whisky and went to her house. I asked her to stay with me so that we can talk. She agreed and we stay long time in her room. Rests got asleep. I asked her if I can fuck her? She hesitantly asked me is not it sin?I told her that in our primitive age there was no bar to anybody to have sex with anybody. It is all set out by yourself. So there is no such sin. First I cupped her big melon with my hand and started massaging slowly from outside of blouse. After then I opened her blouse. ... "Years ago I loved to fool around and take Kodak instamatic pictures of my wife posing in various positions. I even coerced her into having photos taken while we were having sex!" "Do you still have them?" Debbie asked. "I can honestly say I haven't seen them for years, so either they either got lost in house moves or the wife binned or burnt them, which is sad really as I was quite a good amateur photographer and the pictures were very arty or pervy, whichever way you think about it!". I was not sure what was more erotic, the blowjob or the finger tracing circles around my anus opening? I was also not certain whether I should "Thrust" my groin into the warm wet mouth or whether I should "Lift" my anus to the fingers in expectation of them sliding into my ever hungry opening?The next moment I heard the apartment door opening and a harsh deep male voice ask whether his new fuck mate was warmed up for him? The girls replied in union 'Yes master, he is warmed up, trussed and.