Search "from:me has:.jpg"

You reach for the low-hanging fruit by typing in a command that displays each email Mrs. Pill has sent with a picture attached. You can quickly scan the subject headings and breeze past receipts, memes, and nephews' birthday parties. You decide to skip to the oldest messages from more than fifteen years ago, when sending images was much less common.

You strike your first vein of gold.

Subject: miss u

You open the message and are treated to a busty blast from the sexy past.

Teenage Mrs. Pill is posing for someone--presumably her boyfriend--in nothing but a loose flannel shirt. Her hands coyly cover her pussy while her huge breasts lay heavy on her chest under her dark, disheveled hair. In a way, it's like looking through a time machine because you've only recently feasted your eyes on Rachel's very similar tits.

You have no idea how much more treasure lies awaiting your discovery, but now really isn't the time to find out. While you've been starting at Mrs. Pill's tits, her daughter's private fingerfuck has finished uploading to your personal cloud.

You and Rebecca exchange devilish grins. You sigh, "We better get going."

"Yeah, but we've got some fun times ahead of us," Rebecca coos. "I can think of a lot of uses for this."

"First things first, let's grab your clothes," you say.

Then the two of you take off.