Calm, serene and tons jovial with a bucket load of sarcasm and we had no problem getting along with each other. It was a 45 minutes drive as we drove ...ast Chennai city’s traffic into a spot I had found out for photography. She said it was nice and we stepped out and clicked some photos. She was wearing a black floral top and ice blue jean which went well with her milky complexion. It took 30 minutes for us to identify the best spots and poses and it was a fun session. When I was done, she asked. She pulled me to her and began kissing the wet spot leaving her Red Lip outline on my shorts. She licked the spot and within minutes my cock was hard as a rock. She stopped for a minute to reapply her Lipstick and then pulled my shorts down and put her Red Lipsticked Mouth around my cock, her head slowly moving back and forth leaving Red marks on my cock. I saw her reach down and remove one of her Spike Heels and she put the toe gently under my balls and massage as she was moving my cock in. I didn't believe the affair had stopped and I was suspicious they thought maybe I knew and were hiding it better. I had to find out more details but how. The cameras were a bust so far. I then went and grabbed my wife's phone and unlocked the password fairly easy and started snooping. Nothing out of place but one new app I'd never seen before. I again unlocked and pow here's what I had been looking. So here's everything I had wanted to see. Full hidden conversations pics and meeting times and. When I was a kid, I loved having to guess what he would come out wearing that day: his white shirt, tucked into worn out jeans, messy hair, with a cooler full of lunch and beer or his black suit, glasses, shaved (even though I loved his scruffy chin) face, and holding a suit case. My daddy was sexy either way. He was the perfect man. Loving, caring, funny most of the time, or serious when he needed to be, compassionate, smart and strong, intimidating yet inviting\ everybody in. I also remember.