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We recently visited my sister-in-law for the day and just before leaving her husband told me about a shareware history program that I might be interested in. I asked Ian to make a copy for me and he found a spare memory stick to put the program on. When we got home I dropped the stick next to the computer intending to look at it the next day.
It wasn't until a couple of weeks later that I got around to putting the stick into my computer when I was working with another program and somehow I deleted a file from the stick.
Having done nothing else with the stick after the deletion I knew I could retrieve the file with an undelete tool. I ran the tool and recovered the file as well as some other files and folders that had been deleted from the stick previously. I thought I would have a look at these and found one folder that had several sub-folders each with a year as the title. Opening these folders I found that they contained pictures of my sister-in-law Marion from her holidays. The pictures were of her nude on the beach, nude in hotels , exposing her tits in a variety of locations and lifting her skirt to show her hairy cunt. The pictures were taken over a period of time and the early ones were obviously from Polaroids. They showed how over the years her hair style had changed, had taken to wearing glasses and put on a little weight.
I was looking at a picture and wondering whether to show my wife Jean the pictures of her sister when she came into the room. She saw the picture of her sister with her dress pulled up showing the lips of her cunt and was somewhat shocked. She asked me how I got the pictures and I explained the technicalities that a deleted file is not physically deleted and that Ian had been using the memory stick to hold pictures of his wife.
I asked Jean if she wanted to see all the pictures of her sister but she said no, she didn't want to see rude pictures. This was not the response I had expected as I had been taking similar pictures of Jean over many years, sometimes she had chosen the location and poses.
I found the pictures of my 62 year old sister-in-law exciting and it is frustrating that I can’t get an erection because of the medication I am taking , I haven’t had a stiff cock for over 8 years. My solution is the electric toothbrush, after running it around the tip of my cock and just underneath the tip I can got to an orgasm.
It was several weeks later that Jean asked to see the pictures of her sister and as we looked through them she made comments about her sister’s appearance, the poses and locations for the shots. I asked if I could keep the pictures and she agreed on the understanding that I did not say anything about them to anyone.
Having seen my sister-in-law I thought I ought to let Ian see some pictures of Jean and was wondering if I could use the same memory stick. I deleted all the pictures of Marion from the stick and then copied a variety of pictures of Jean onto the stick, like those of Marion they included bare tits, nude shots in a variety of places and a video of Jean licking my limp cock. I then deleted these folders in Windows and then deleted a file from the family history folder.
The next time Marion called us I mentioned that the family history program on the memory stick had worked and that I had accidently deleted a file and would return the stick the next time we met. The following week Marion called in and I gave her the memory stick and asked her to tell her husband that I had deleted a file, and that I was sure it could be recovered but didn’t know how to do it.
It was another couple of weeks before we met up again and Ian gave me back the memory stick telling me he had fixed the problem with the family history program. There was no indication from Ian or Marion that they knew that there had been very explicit pictures on the memory stick. When we got home I popped the memory stick into the computer and ran the recovery program to see if there were any deleted files. I was disappointed to find that there was only one file on the stick.
I clicked on the file and a video started playing. It was of Ian and Marion kneeling on their bed with Ian fucking her from behind and taking the video. It appeared that Marion had a laptop on the bed in front of her and was looking at the screen, at one point Ian stopped and the camera focused on the laptop screen, it was the video of Jean licking my cock.
The video then continued until Marion had an orgasm. After watching it I had to go to the bathroom to find the toothbrush. So we had seen pictures of Marion and she and Ian had seen pictures of us.
I dare not show Jean the video as she will know I had passed pictures of her to both her sister and brother-in-law. Hopefully the exchange of the memory stick will continue but for the moment I need to find a way for Jean to agree to our swapping pictures.

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It was almost a sixteenth of an inch in diameter and only about four inches long. It had originally been bright white, but after being handled for so many years it now looked a dirty cream in color. Sitting in my home office, my mind wandered back to a day eons ago. Like I had for the last forty years, I unconsciously twirled it effortlessly around the fingers of my left hand. I looked down at it and mused. I wonder if it was finally time? I immediately purged that thought from my mind. No,...

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