"We can't do that!"

"No! Honey, please! We can't!" You plead.
"Why not?" Heather asks.
"Simon probably doesn't want him to know, for a start. And aren't supposed to keep the circumstances of his conception a secret?"
"Hmmmm...You're right. Let's discuss it with Simon before we do anything rash..." Your wife says to herself as she pushes your face into her vagina. Thank God for that, Simon will talk her out of it.

Simon arrives just as Heather loses it, spasming in ecstasy and coating your face with hot juice.
"Enjoying the morsel, Heather? Time for the main course!" He flirts as he sits down on the couch.
Your wife gets him out of his pants and underwear in a flash, ready to suck him off like there's no tomorrow.
"Penelope was just saying how she wishes she was as good a cocksucker as you. The Regional Blowjob Queen, she says. Not to mention a great pussy-licker."
"Thanks, stud, I try my best." Heather giggles. "Especially when I have your mighty dick to suck!"
Your wife bends over to take Simon's twelve inches of manhood into her mouth. Simon slumps back in his seat and contently basks in the glory of the juicy blowjob. Heather juicily bobs her head up and down, bathing the thick and long tan penis in her salvia.

With the wet suckling of your wife's sensual mouth on the huge dick still echoing through the house, you walk out of the living room and go upstairs. As you make your way to the bedroom, you pass Connor's room and spy his computer still on. Wanting to take your mind off Heather and Simon, you examine the computer...and find it open to a hidden folder of documents.

In the folder, there is a large video file named "Katie", as well as a few text files, each named a seemingly random string of letters and numbers. Except for one named..."Mandingo Society"?!
You open them up, curious as to what is inside.