I did not want to turn on the lights, so I used a flashlight. I searched the desk and table looking for a clue that would reveal something about Marks...and why he was meeting with Kund. Was it some Fascist plot against America or was it just an innocent thing. Now was the time to see plots everywhere, maybe I was just upset because he was making time with Laurel. In any case I didn't find any secret plans or pictures of Chancellor Hitler.The kitchen was next, also clean. I didn't want to open a. One night I discovered she’d shaved her pussy. I didn’t know where it came from, and didn’t care, because we were having amazing sex for the first time in quite a while. Then one day at work I realized I’d accidentally grabbed my wife’s phone that morning instead of my own. I was going to call her at lunch, but when I unlocked her phone found some photos I wasn’t expecting. The first few were innocent, her at the gym posing with some guys. Honestly they all looked kind of silly in their. She begins writing in the legal pad again and Mark leans forward to touch her. He starts at her high heels. She stops writing and freezes. He traces her foot with his ring finger. She lets out a small sigh. He slowly touches her ankle and notes how small they are. He wraps a hand around each of her ankles and keeping his hand clasped, he slowly moves both hands up her leg. He has ceased talking. He feels light headed as both hands continue their ascent clasped around each leg. Perhaps all the. .. get used t ... to it."I paused, and when she told me, pushed again and slid deeper into her and she sighed. When I was three quarters of the way inside I felt a pressure. I had reached about as far as I could go, but in some way Rachel squirmed and twisted and I felt myself slide further in. In this way, I was embedded as far as I could go; I began to pump my hips, sliding in and out.With a few more strokes, I bottomed out. We grunted in unison as my bald balls careened against the silky.