That was weird, it had been, neither of us had touched it since that night. I’ve pushed it aside dozens of times looking for a shirt to wear.“You copied that security cam footage on your laptop, didn’t you?” I asked her, “you can send that to him.”“Uhuh,” as she opened her laptop, went to the file directory and started scrolling, “It’s gone… not here. I remember it, ‘mystery night’. It was there, I remember thinking that it was the last ‘M’ file in the directory, I’d never lose it.”Now we were getting spooked, big time, everything seems to have disappeared, just as mysteriously as it appeared. “You sure you’re looking in the right directory?”She nodded, “Uhuh, am.” She did some more keystrokes, she’s a wizard on the computer. “It’s not anywhere, I searched the computer, there’s no such file. It’s gone.”“Okay,” I asked her, “what do you remember about that night?”She thought a minute, “Jen and I were having dinner at the River House, I had a shrimp salad, we even talked about it being. ” The picture showed his hard cock with his hand wrapped around it.“Oh we will," growled Vicky and she began to ride Maurice very vigorously. She was so much on a sexual high she knew she was going to come very soon. The whole day was rushing through her head as Maurice's stiff, hard, cock pumped in and out of her sopping, wet pussy. It thrilled her that her husband was watching them fuck. She was riding so fast it was hard for her to focus on John’s cock on the screen, but she could see he was rubbing faster and faster. She was almost there and slowed as she lost control. Maurice pulled her backward, her legs flipping out until she lay full length on top of him. He was pushing his cock in out of her pussy, slapping her clit with his hand and she went over the top. Her pussy squeezed onto his throbbing cock, her stomach went into convulsions, and the dizziness flooded back. Someone screamed ‘Oh fuck!’ very loudly.Maurice didn’t stop this time. Her body was going limp, draped over his..
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