I asked where they were and she said she didn't feel right about them.Roll ahead to 2013, I received at work an envelope addressed to me with no retur...n address, no postmark and no note. Inside was a picture of my wife giving a blow job to a very well endowed black man.At first I was in denial,trying to convince myself it couldn't be her. The more I looked the more I realized it was her, and the way she placed her tongue under the head of his cock was very familiar to me. And with them being. He held it up to her,then handed it to her."Go to the bathroom.Take off all your colthes.Do up your makeup and put this,only this,on."She went to the bathroom and did as she was told.She redid her lips to a bright red,so more eyeshadow and liner.She picked up her favorite perfume and was about to apply a bit when she stopped,She slipped her right hand down to her pussy.Her index finger slide along her pussy.She then rubbed her finger on her neck.She buttoned the shirt as she returned to the. In the forests around Thetford they made camp for the night. They were both tired and sore from the day’s riding, and after eating a cold supper they huddled together for warmth, falling quickly asleep. The morn dawned bright and warmer. Celeste, awaking first and seeing Terence still sound asleep, decided here was a perfect opportunity. She sneaked away to fetch a length of rope. When she returned, she made a noose and slipped it over one of his wrists surreptitiously, then snuggled against. ..I couldn't hold on any longer. I grabbed ahold my husbands hands, gripped them tight, then softly whisper to him..."well here goes" He held onto my hands, and slowly moved them down between my legs. He wanted to feel my wetness. Slowly at first my pee trickled out. Dampening the crotch of my light colored blue jeans. I could tell he was feeling the wetness and it was turning him on. The flow was staying at a slow trickle. Small streams were running down my legs. As he watched the wetness.