She walked back in and stood in front of the coffee table and looked at him and said are you sure you don't mind if I stay like this because if you do...I can go put my robe on. He spoke up real fast and said no I don't mind at all, she smiled and said good I was hoping you didn't mind because I really didn't want to have to go put something on. She stood there looking at him and said do I look fat too you, then turned around to let him see all over her. He said no I think you look just fine, she. And that was usually when a group of co-workers were meeting up for happy hour. Naveen’s brow furrowed, trying to figure out why she texted him. Maybe it was an accident.Opening the message a photo appeared. It was Shikha’s up-saree. The flash had perfectly lit the space between her thighs to capture her black lace panties. However, something was out of place in the photo. Naveen could see her waist and part of her red blouse but, off to one side, he saw himself looking at the camera! His heart. In her youth Helen had beautiful curly hair so once she had showered she put her hair into rollers before applying her make up and perfume. She also acquired a flavoured condom for her handbag that she felt would probably be required later on. With her outfit and appearance now sorted she found her husband who loved the sexy appearance of his wife and told her how she looked just as sexy as she did when they first met. Helen replied that that was the idea and that she was looking forward to. I just . . . .’ She heard quiet crying as the message ended. She was surprised. He’d told her? The next two messages were from her boss. ‘Ms. Rogers, this is Mr. Bridges. Please phone when you have a moment.’ Why did teachers always have to do that? Talk to each other like they were in front of the children? The next message was more of the same. She looked at the clock. Seven thirty. What the hell, she thought, and dialed him up. He answered on the second ring and, after brief chat over the.