She didn’t seem to have sent them to anyone, as far as he could tell. XXX And how many times he had looked at these most private pictures of her while she was in the room with him. One time he’d sneaked them out the laundry basket and worn them for a whole day. She didn’t seem to have sent them to anyone, as far as he could tell. He rummaged deeper in the bag, and towards the bottom felt with his questing fingers what he was looking for – the bunched-up trousers. The hours he had spent poring over them, seeing her body develop, her breasts grow from most nothing much to what they were now, full and pert and delightful. That previous day, as he sometimes did, he had
