Starting a story is so difficult, so I'll start at the beginning. Lets go back to September, last year.[Fade to the inside of aforementioned house, to... see a boy of around 13 years of age and his mother eating breakfast together, obviously early morning][Kathy Voiceover]That's me, the little runt with the red hair and freckles. Yes that's right, the boy eating his Wheaties like there's no tomorrow."Christopher, make sure you come straight home after school today, we've got to meet with Mr Hall. It was late by the time they awoke for the second time. Jill kissed him good morning and said "do you really want to go to Cooktown for the next three days? Why don't we stay here and just do a few little things? That way we can spend more time in bed making love."Dave thought about this for a few moments, as he cuddled Jill and fondled her beautiful breasts. He compared sleeping in a small pup tent with Jill versus lying here in this big bed with all their creature comforts. I can go to. I smiled and joked to her, “Poulomi ji, at least your husband has you, not like me enjoying alone.” She broke out laughing. We soon completed our drink, and she left for her place.The next day around 8 am in the morning, I noticed she had not come for the morning walk. So I went to her flat to check. I rang the bell, and Poulomi opened the door. She was still wearing her sexy gown. I asked her why she did not turn up for jogging.She said, “Raj, yesterday I drank after so many days, so I could. Along with confirming all the hints and rumors that she was a swinger.My hand had already started running over my jeans covered cock, and seeing the second picture was an incredible turn on.The first picture had been less than explicit, at least in one sense. This picture was explicit in a way that went straight to my cock, wanting to be either man. It was clear that Rosie was sucking the cock of the man with his finger at her slit, feeling the cock fucking her.My cock was pressing so good.