He was looking down at his hands in his lap. I wanted to apologize him but my voice caught in my throat when I tried to speak. All that came out was a... feeble croak. He turned and looked at me. He offered a smile. There wasnt any anger in his face. There were neither of the expressions Id seen at the window. I sat up and he turned some to face me more directly. Im sorry Josh, I finally managed I went to close my window and you were there and I couldnt help myself. I should have but I didnt. He. "Okay, be quiet so she doesn't hear you," I said, as we were standing outside Sabrina's bedroom door."I'm ready." Harry replied, holding up the camera for me to see."Sabrina, I need to talk to you again!" Fuck you, Shit. Go away!" Are you sure? Those pictures just might fall into the wrong hands?" Get in here!"I smiled at Harry, then went inside, thinking how stupid could she be to fall for this twice. Sabrina must have just got out of the shower. She was sitting on her bed in her bathrobe. She smiled and twirled. Her entire body was a perfect golden bronze, except her ass, which was a stark white. The contrast only accentuated how perfect her little ass was. I couldn’t stop staring at it. The tan lines on her chest were not as pronounced, she must unstrap her top whenever she can, but clearly that sweet ass had never seen the sunshine. Her pussy was neatly trimmed but that was probably for bikini season, not for me especially. My cock was already rising once again.I stepped past. Maybe its the thoughts of to many partners, but this is a little different.About a year back, I had been away for business and had not talked to my wife for about two days. Quick texts and messages but thats about it. I returned home on that Saturday night to find my wife not home and just a little note, out with the girls. OK, no biggie, I was beat from my trip.Now, going through my house, things looked odd. A sweater in the bedroom was not my wife's (as I said before, she is 5 feet talk, with.