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It felt like I was a misbehaved child again. I had literally just sat down in the bath when I heard your voice downstairs, apparently you had been caught smoking at school and had been sent home. “Your Dad was overjoyed and asked if he could capture it all on camera. Trays, bottles of fixing fluids, various other bits that I had no idea of what they were, and finally what I thought might be a photo enlarger. “I should’ve named you Peter the pervert. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. That is until I got down to the last one which was a shot of the woman looking back over her shoulder with her face plastered with cum. “What’s it like up there?” she enquired, “Bad is it?”
“No it’s fine” I replied opening the first of the boxes.
