I had a thing about body hair at the time (probably because I barely had any) and I really wanted to see if he had any hair under his arms or anywhere...else. He must have noticed that I was spending far more time checking him out than shooting hoops, and that every time he raised the ball over his head I was pretty obviously trying to look down his armpits or at his waist. Finally he kind of laughed a little and said “What are you looking at?” I was horrified that he saw me looking and. But things happen around Zann that wouldn’t happen otherwise.”“What? Seriously?”I shrugged, and Camille laughed. “You do it with her!” she pointed an elegant finger at me. “That’s how you’re so relaxed with her. And she’s so relaxed with you.”“Yes.” I found I was smiling a broad smile. “My wife is onside with it...”“I suppose I was making that link - you know, that I didn’t think you’d cheat ... God. I feel like I might go les for her myself!” She hesitated. “Shall we go and look?”I nodded and. She replied, “yes”.We started sexting daily. This Indian woman was ripe for fucking and she had already given me the green signal. But she did not have a convenient time. Khusboo had to run the store in the daytime and she was with her daughter at night.Once, I asked for her nude selfies. She rejected at first but sent me after much of my insistence and begging. She was 5.5 feet tall and she maintained her figure even after marriage and childbirth.Khusboo was sexy as hell. I wondered how she. Phillip, finally ready to grab some breakfast before heading out, stopped to look in the mirror once more. He studied his appearance. His hair was now brushed back, his face looked cleaner. Perhaps it was the redness that was missing from around his eyes, or the sleepy drop of his mouth. He had chosen a simple black button up shirt and a pair of jeans. Nothing too fancy, He didnt want to stand out. Even through his simple clothing it was evident that Phillip was a toned man, especially his.