His hands lingered at the base of my spine and just barely brushed my ass. He slid the zipper slowly up, and I turned around. Our eyes locked, and I h...gged him close. “Thank you Dad, for taking me shopping.” He pulled away with a shaky breath. I could see the outline of his partially erect cock through his pants. I turned back around and let him unzip me. He abruptly left. We drove home in a tense silence. He said he was going to watch TV. I was pleased with all my new stuff, but I was still. I knew she was home because her car was still there and I thought I could hear the TV in our room.I walked up the stairs towards our room and began to realize as I got closer to the room that whatever was playing on the TV was not normal fare but porn. I could hear the crappy music that so often is playing in the background on porn tapes and a woman's voice saying "cum all over my tits baby cum all over my tits."I peeked into the room and was surprised to see my lovely wife laying on the bed. With the leg in question being his left leg. The very appendage upon which dangled the stiletto heeled epitome of damn near every foot fetish's wet dream, from knee downwards, had also undergone a most remarkable, and to Paul's way of thinking, very distressing make-over. The most striking feature was, it was completely hairless; as smooth and silky soft as a new born's pink little derriere. Secondly, a horrified Paul Meadows was quick to take note of the fact, from knee downwards, his left. Anyone could come for a sitting. Often many of the couples had their picture taken, and for an extra charge, he would have them ready by the time the evening was over. I leaned over and gave Marj a kiss on the cheek. ‘Thanks for everything. Tell Ron, I appreciate him letting me borrow you for these few minutes.’ ‘My pleasure. Trish is a real beauty and a real lady. She’s special. Hang on to her, Mark.’ With that, she departed to find Ron. I escorted Trish to the photographer’s area, filled out.