It will be..."I smiled when I texted him, eagerly awaiting his response. We sent each other photos of each other through texting and when I saw the fi...st photo of his cock hard and thick, I felt my panties grow wet. God, it might be wrong to lust after Tiffany's father but I couldn't help it. I responded by sending him a photo of my pussy after I had climaxed.All this did was further whet my appetite. The more I texted him trying to fill the miles between them, the more I wanted him. He'd write. Donald reached out to the cookie jar sitting on the coffee table. This was always the great thing about visiting Uncle Lewis and Aunt Jenny. Aunt Jenny was like some 1950's housewife, and she always had fresh cookies readily available. Grandma, a die-hard woman's rights activist from the 1960's, was always trying to push Jenny into getting out and getting some kind of career, or at least some kind of part-time job, but Jenny seemed content to be a stay at home wife. After munching down a couple. Sanjana was really good to talk to and we shared some light jokes. She was impressed with my knowledge about a variety of subjects as I was impressed by her being smart and suave. We exchanged our numbers and she asked me how long will I be in town. I replied by saying that it’ll take me 2-3 days to complete my work and will then head back.She invited me to her boutique. We landed and bid goodbye.The next day I received a message from Sanjana. It read, “Hi. I hope Dehra Dun is treating you. Here is this same woman posing all around a famous Vegas casino. Keeping her face hidden, but she’s flashing in the restaurant then in the casino. Next, they’re out front of place and she’s posed draped over the casino’s signs in the parking lot. Damn, that necklace looks just like one I gave Mary last year for her birthday. Then, here she is posed on one of the stores, both boobs hanging out. Still has her face hidden. She’s more than built like Mary, she looks just like Mary. They did not.