The next week I was at home alone and couldn't help myself, I started up the computer and searched again for the hidden folder. There were new photos ...and videos in there, I looked and they had been added the previous Saturday when my husband was home alone and I was in work. One of the videos showed a pathetic looking white guy wearing wearing a bra, stockings and what his wife called a cock cage? His little white cock was clamped inside a see-through plastic cage fastened with a padlock.. Tuy was making suggestions like she was ready be fucked and didn’t care by whom. She was wondering how big their dicks would get. I pulled my finger cock out of my purse and slid it on my middle finger. As stood up I leaned over Tuy asked her to tear my shirt so that my breast were covered but very showy then I gave her a full mouth passionate kiss as I ran my hand up her skirt with the first finger in her sloppy wet pussy and the middle finger with the cock up the ass that was already. "John was on his back his wet limp cock across his thighs and grin on his face. Carol was still coming down from her latest orgasm. I held Carol tightly. After a while, we all fell into a sex induced stupor. I drifted off, occasionally semi-consciously stroking Carol. Carol seemed to adrift in a dream of sex. John slept with his hand on Carol's thigh.In the morning we were all groggy. I got and went to the kitchen to put on coffee. While the coffee dribbled into the pot, I stood there. "They went for a walk in the snow.Cindy's home was on the site of an old farm, bought up before the developers could turn it into a few dozen McMansion lots. Fred had built the new house set in the middle, surrounded by their own private park and garden. Evergreen trees and bushes pushed out of the snow, providing color in this winter wonderland. Bare hand holding his, Cindy led Greg on a wandering path around the house. She was clad in faded, light blue, jeans, a pink winter coat covering her.