She said ok, now just tell me the kind of sarees your aunt wears. This will make it easier to find the right one for her. I said I dont know about tha... too. I mean about the types of fabric.She then displayed me one by one and asked me to see and select. I saw some and knew that yes, there were the kind I was looking for. I told her that. She said, oh now I got it. She said these are georgette sarees. I said in my mind, oh really, I didn’t know that because my jeans and t- shirts were never. She was a short woman, but wearing high-heeled pumps, four inch spikes, causing her to look taller than she was. She was wearing a very short dark blue skirt, with a fluffy trim at the hem. She had on a sheer light blue cotton shirt, which buttoned in the front, and clung to her breast tightly. The dark purple-pink ring of her areola was clearly visible through the light material, showing that she had small, up turned breast. Every now and then the gold and diamond ring that hung from her. We both walked to the back of the Lincoln. There was a couple walking past the house on the sidewalk. I judged them to be in their late twenties and married, as the man was pushing a baby stroller, and the woman leading a small Shih Tzu by a leash and collar. I chuckled at the irony of the dog on the collar and my own impending conversation with my wife. I also noticed the look of surprise on the wife's face, and the staring, grinning face on the husband. Following their eyes to Ashley, I. I felt my legs spread almost involuntarily as he gently stroked my manhood. Then I felt his fingers touch my cheek. As I opened my eyes I saw his face moving closer to mine. I knew I should jump up but I couldn't. Within seconds he had closed the distance to my lips. Here I was kissing another man, his lips pushing against mine. In my wildest dreams I could have never thought this could be happening. His tongue then pushed past my lips and he began kissing me like I often kissed my wife. At.