She really liked to show herself off, and to see what others had to show too. She was a secret exhibitionist, and a casual, cunning voyeur. She liked ...o take pictures of me, and for me to photograph her. Of course, she liked to post those on different voyeur sites, but she had even more fun when we would just leave copies out, dropped in public for anyone to find. She liked to leave them in public spaces where we could stay nearby but blend in and not be noticed as we waited to see who would. He knew she would be liquid, an intimate and fragrant pool of warmth inside her, but the time to touch her there was not quite yet. He stroked her secret hair and held her close. A few moments later, he covered her–then just held her, his hands outside her clothes. ‘Soon,’ he murmured. ‘Yes. Very soon,’ she breathed, and wriggled against him, warm and safe and loved. She lay quietly in his arms. ‘When can we meet again?’ she asked. ‘That’s up to you,’ he said. ‘I can come to you anytime.’ He. My wife comes from a very liberal family of doctors, so she was already immune to social backbiting. She was herself a single mother, bearing Shravanti before marriage, and fully supported her daughter’s sexual orientation. Shravanti was madly in love with her lesbian girlfriend and wanted to start a family with her. Meanwhile, her girlfriend applied to adopt a child.Shravanti is ultra-feminine with a heart-shaped face and petite features. She has relatively small 34B cup boobs with a 26-inch. I kissed my sweet Anne as I had not kissed anyone since my honeymoon. She returned the kiss with equal passion. The she started the car and drove us to a local lover's lane. Neither of us, both married over 20 years, in loveless marriages, had been to a lover's lane in more than 20 years.We kissed and petted but did not have sex that night. We both wanted to but we had to be sure. After a few weeks it was Anne's birthday, but I didn't know. Anne asked me if I could take her to dinner that.