Stockings are hung by the fireplace that is as cold and dark as my heart. Sitting in my favorite chair I look up on the wall to the painting we had co...mmissioned on our eighth Wedding Anniversary, a portrait of my wife Francis holding our newborn twin daughters Alexis and Amanda. That half Mona Lisa smile haunts me. I used to tease her about it. Usually when she smiled she did it with her whole face. Her mouth would be wide open, teeth flashing, and her eyes would crinkle up. But she hated how. She did not received my call and sms me,” wait, i not in position to talk to u now i will call u later” Man i was in heaven and passionately waiting for her call. It was roundabout 11, i received a call form her. I disconnected the call immediately as my wife was sleeping, i did not want to wake her up and came out from my room to living room and dialed her no, and we started chat on phone casually slowly the discussion came to bodies she admired me my height i admired hers. Then she asked what. I had them strip, as they ascended the stairs, lots of low down shots, then I ran past them, and caught them from above. They were only in their underwear now, their nipples visible through the thin material of their bras. I zoomed in, on Suzie’s crotch, her pussy nestled behind the veil that was her knickers. Her soiled knickers. Click, click, click. I switched to Mum, photographing her. Her panties were if anything, even more soiled than Suzie’s. Crusted with come, he’s, her paying customer,. Be proud of you sometime? Darling, we're proud of you all the time!"Then pulling her away so he could look into her eyes he added, "Maybe we have both learned something very valuable today, too, Pumpkin. Maybe we should tell you more often how wonderful you make us both feel, how proud of you we really are, and how much we love you."After kissing her softly he added, "My darling daughter, it would be utterly impossible for me ever to love you more!"Then Kathy said, "Kenneth, can I get into this.