She was a good lover with much the same passion and desire she’d had when they first married. In the old days, before Nicole was born, David and Michelle were insatiable lovers, hardly able to get enough of each other. Even now, more than two decades later, they still had the same passion, the same out of control desire for one another. Admittedly, they didn’t make love as often now as they once had but the flames raged and burned just as bright. As he stared at his wife, David realized for the thousandth time that he was indeed a very lucky man.
“So, what has Nicole done?” he asked finally.
Michelle sighed. “I’m afraid you aren’t going to like this, dear.”
“Is it something we can’t fix? Is it that bad?”
“I don’t know.”
“You, know,” he started after a slight pause to find the right words, “there has never been a problem we couldn’t fix.”
She nodded absentmindedly as she stood up and held out her hand. “Come with me.”
Michelle led her husband to his first floor study and turned on the computer. David rolled his leather desk chair a few inches to the left to allow Michelle to place another chair beside him. She took the mouse in one hand after the pc booted up and clicked on a folder on the desktop named ‘Info.’
“Earlier today I had a problem with my computer so I used Nicole’s. I know now that I probably should have used yours but I didn’t want to come downstairs.” She clicked on an image file, which immediately brought up a graphics program he sometimes used in his work as a website designer. After the program loaded, a picture appeared on the program’s work board. “And I found a bunch of pictures that I transferred to your computer.”
The image that Michelle clicked on was a full body picture of their daughter Nicole. It looked professionally shot and showed their daughter standing in a white room wearing a cheerleader’s uniform and holding a pompom in both hands. Nicole’s long, dark hair was in pigtails.
“Nicole was never a cheerleader,” he said as he stared at the picture. “If she was, then I missed something.”
“She wasn’t a cheerleader, David,” Michelle said as she clicked off the image and clicked on another.
David watched with a puzzled expression on his face as his wife brought up several photos of their daughter in various poses. Then the photos changed and showed Nicole in various stages of undress; some of the images revealed their daughter’s small, perky breasts, while later pictures revealed a completely nude Nicole. There were close-ups of her breasts, the pink nipples hard and fat, and others of the young woman’s pussy, open and gaping and glistening with her juices.
In some of the pictures, Nicole sat on the floor with her legs spread wide and beautifully manicured toes pointing in toward the camera. A couple of the images showed a naked Nicole with her beautiful feet high above her head, her pussy and tight, puckered asshole completely exposed to the camera. Other images showed their nineteen-year-old daughter cupping her small, firm breasts or pulling on the fat, hard nipples. David lost count of the images as Michelle silently clicked on each one.
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