"How did you get a picture of me wearing this bikini? This is the first time I've ever worn it." He laughed and said, "That's not you in that picture... That's your mom. She was about your age when that was taken. I think, you just answered your own question, don't you?" She looked back and forth a few more times. "My god, we could be twins. I never realized how much I looked like mom. He chuckled and said, "Who's prettier, you, or your mom?" She giggled and said, "Okay daddy, you got me. Only she and I are aware. Still clinging to the man whose child she now carries, her legs still around his thighs, her arms around his neck. Their mouths part and she looks over his shoulder towards me, her cuckolded husband.Our eyes meet and lock onto each other. A warm smile of contentment and satisfaction crosses her pretty face. She knows what has happened deep within her and is happy. Her mouth opens. Her lover’s erect cock still within her, her womb filling with his seed, their bodies. His name was Tarun. I tried to bargain a bit, and fortunately, he agreed to give me the camera for 7000 bucks. We decided to meet in Hinjewadi itself. I thought as I was going to get a camera, I should dress nicely. Maybe he might consider lowering the price a bit after seeing me dressed like that.So, I decided to wear a crop-top that was just long enough to cover my boobs. But because of the size of my boobs, the crop top never actually got stuck to my body. As such cold winds used to enter. The “plug-in” trucks of the Railway Express Company dominated the landscape for a full city block. Each day they would venture forth on delivery duties silently moving on the almost two hundred year old streets like ghost ships passing in the night.Wall Street was down, way down and nestled snugly in the hustling, bustling shelter of commercial buildings and mysterious churches and cemeteries.History was hidden in the city between two rivers.Supposedly, Manhattan Island was bought for the sum.