It was hubby. He had followed us and took a photograph, but the shithead had forgotten to turn the camera flash off. I yelled at him to show himself. ...Startled, Wendy swivelled her head round towards the flash or light and let my cock fall from her mouth. Hubby emerged sheepishly holding one of those expensive Nikon digital SLR cameras. I told Wendy in the same stern voice that I’d used earlier to get the cock back in her mouth pronto. While his wife used her tongue to get me hard again I told. Me: I know sis, but we’ll figure it out.After an hour of sobbing, hugging and talking through our situation, we were no closer to knowing what to do. We got up, showered together and got dressed. As we sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee, it suddenly came to me.Me: Fuck, I wonder if he called my wife. He was sure mad and would be looking for revenge.Her: Maybe you should call her.Me: You’re right.After dialing the number, the call was picked up by my wife’s sister. She told me that my wife. Gently I pull her panties down, seeing her soft pussy for the firsttime. I spread her legs for a more detailed look. I stare at her bare pussy lips, her slit. My fingers separate her lips, showing me her delicate inner lips, the lower portion of her pink virgin vagina. I see her precious cherry, so thin and glistening. I kiss her cunny lips, plunge my tongue into her hole, lick her cherry. She groans in her sleep. I slurped her pussy and coaxed her clitoral but out of the hood. She shivered and. Aunt Daphne pour the water into the pot after first warming thepot, before stirring in the tea. Most commoners these days used tea bags,but not his Aunt, who still made tea properly."You wouldn't wish your father dead would you? I've had my issues with howhe brought you up, but he's still your father." His Aunt advised him."Does he know that? He treats me worse than a misbehaving puppy. He doteson Cynthia, but won't give me the time of day." William continued.Cynthia was William's half-sister..