Sunday arrived bright and sunny, Ken left at dawn for his golf outing and did not expect to get back until well after dinner that night. Kellie was picked up shortly after and also said that she would get back around her school night curfew…or 10 PM. Had no idea when Kayla was going to get back and presumed Kyle would do his normal mid day sleep in. Of all things…I decided to go to church. Just felt a need to go, maybe second guessing all anal that had happened in the last couple of days warranted it. Half way into the service, my phone vibrated. Nobody could hear it and believe nobody noticed. So I took a glance. It was a picture of me riding the delivery boy…I was lifted off of him just enough to see an inch or so of his dick between me and his body…I was clutching his hands against my tits and my face had a determined look. Underneath the picture, the caption, “Ah ha! Caught again! This might be fun!” Almost lost my composure but did not, held my breath long enough. Then it hit me…the little red light above the computer screen was still on when the delivery boy left. I shut it off without saving anything…so how? Almost in a panic, I left church and went straight to our guest room. Started the computer and ran the diagnostics, I have an app that cleans browsing history and unsaved downloads every day…nothing showed up. Then did a complete computer scan and nothing came up. Somehow, someone had hacked at least one picture from my computer…I tried to calm down and evaluate just who that might be. It had to be someone in my blog group. Granted, I have posted many similar type pictures on the blog, but I did it, not someone else. I felt almost blowjob violated, intimidated, and a slight loss of controlling my privacy. If this amateur became public…how could I face my friends, my associates, my family? I tried to mentally shake it off, and made a determination that cumshot I would find the culprit and put an end to it before any damage was done. It would not mature take long. Storming out of the guest room and turning into the family room…there was Kyle. He was sitting almost spread eagle in the middle of the couch, wearing just loose basketball shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt. Desperately she scrambled up grabbing her skirt. ‘...Not...right…’ She replied. Freddie shook his head, his eyes locked on the sight of her hard nipples and smooth titties only a anal few inches from his eyes, and said,”I’ve...I’ve never even seen mature a naked breast!” "I won't hurt you." Four hours later they left the hospital and headed home. Silky friction bathed my cock in rapture. Miss Miller! Crystal was in the basement again. I will make him happy one more day." I asked ABSOLUTELY! “There’s not much of it, is there?” I replied. Squeezing as I pushed in and relaxing as I pulled out. “Details, girl, I want details.” He petted my tummy, petted my fanny., petted my hairs, dipping his finger between my slick lips. He felt her relax and pushed in a couple more inches. “Darling, I would love to have both of you, but Dakota has to have somewhere to sleep,” I say trying cumshot to not have to make a choice. “Haha yeah that stuff,” I laugh. She noted this and made the hug even tighter, bringing her head in. I felt her lips touching my neck, but she wasn’t necessarily kissing me. Sincerely, “Yeah, I blowjob kinda like to know who’s cock I’m putting into my mouth” he heard. This *is* nice, she thought to herself as she fell asleep. “Yes, yes, to give pleasure to women like you.” She seemed in no pain, but on the other hand seemed to enjoy it. Then the woman came in to view. I did if for him several more times, and then went back to what I though was a standard good blow job. When Sally got out of the pool Peter introduced us and we spent the rest of the afternoon swimming drinking and chatting about all amateur sorts of things including honeymoon sex and sexual first’s, we agreed that we may catch up at the pool again tomorrow, before going our separate ways for dinner. After another block, he pulled into the garage of what looked on the outside like a modest 4-bedroom house, not was in reality the kinkest whorehouse in all of Alabama. I’m not trying to psychoanalyze you Sweetie…….. So I started massaging your calf rubbing in the bengay.