It said, "Looking forward to next week," and it was from someone in his contact list named Trudi. I've never had any reason to be distrustful of Chris... and am not one to be nosey about his personal or business affairs but something inside me made me curious about this message. I lifted the phone and thumbed through the history of messages from this woman named Trudi. The message history had started about a month ago and went back and forth with messages like:Had a great time I liked that dress. Obviously alarm bells rang at that one, thinking he would plaster them all over the internet!!I told him I couldn’t do either of those things; but maybe one day he could stop over my place, and look at them on my laptop which is connected to my television.A few weeks later Rachael said she would be going out on a Saturday night with her friends, so I invited Andrew to come over and view my wife’s sexy photos on the big screen, maybe even see the videos.Andrew came over and I let him scroll. You tried him out." It's long and narrow, perfect for butt fucking. He can act too. And you should see where he's living with his second cousin and her boyfriend and his girlfriend." He's got a girlfriend?" She's a sweetie and very pretty. His second cousin was his great uncle's favorite and the man died and left her the house. They're spending the summer restoring it. It's an old mansion not far from here." So you stayed there?" It's like those four worship sex. A bit of tantric Buddhism with. Anjum’s hand was then on my crotch, massaging my hardening cock. I put my hand over hers just as Shama had done, and our kissing became even more passionate. I then reached up and grabbed for Anjum’s body, pulling her to mine. I ran my hands over her, feeling her back, her tits, and the soft folds of flesh by her belly. All of a sudden I realized what I was doing and pulled away. When I did I looked for Shama, for what she’d say. I expected her to be crying, or in a rage. Instead I found her.