The envelopes contained photos. Lots and lots of photos. Sexy photos. Nude photos. Nasty photos. ----He went through the envelopes numerically, and so...on after he started he knew he should stop and pack them back up but he couldn’t help himself. The photographer was good. All of the pictures were of a much younger Lily, perhaps in her early twenties, at first by herself in different stages of erotic undress. But with each envelope he opened the photos became more and more daring, sexier, dirtier. As we fucked, the camera never left his hand, documenting the performance of his young Wife’s mouth, her pussy and her ass hole. Aroused at the memory, I slide the disk into the player, eager for us to relive the moment right now on TV. The screen comes to life and I see the grainy image of Felix stripped to the waist filming himself in the mirror, eyes glinting like the ocean. He turns slowly, panning round our bedroom. A queasy wave of uncertainty crests within me. This is not the way I. Each time I passed over her bra strap, I paused. She giggled a little."Oh, it feels so good, honey. It always did!" I remember."She leaned her head against my chest and I could feel her murmuring words of pleasure.At last I pinched the bra strap's catch and struggled with it. She waited while I figured out how to open it, and then finally it opened. I could tell that her breasts sagged free of the cups."Oh, my... ," she said quietly. "It's a good thing you didn't do it back then, back when you. ’ I slipped a hand underneath her silk sari, and ran it upwards over her smooth flat stomach until I was cupping a firm rounded breast. While we kissed, she softly squeezed my confined erection, and I eased a hand under a bra cup, found a very hard nipple and rolled and pinched it gently with in my fingers. There was a muffled low moan from her throat.We played this way for a minute, before I broke our kiss and embrace. We were sitting back against the sofa and holding hands. I asked her,.