Faxes to my private office, email attachments, hard copies and even good old Kodak photo paper. I could write for days about all that I have witnessed... on those photos.Do you want to know something, I kept each image, after I studied it - it was my secret, something that built up my own humiliation from my wife's infidelity.There may be many reasons I had not sought out Gord and attempted to beat him to a pulp, or run him over with my car or simply leave my home and marriage. Yet, there was one. " That was a good save, there, Husband," Lillian said as she whacked him on his naked butt."What?" he wondered aloud as he turned his head to look at her, having no idea what she meant."Would you two dispense with the conversation," Adriana grumbled, "and get on with the fucking?"Van pulled back, then shoved his cock forward again, somewhat harder than he had been doing, setting up a rhythm. As he continued to nudge Adriana's cervix, she squealed and wrapped her legs around his hips, crossing. .5 bar aps me takrai,,ek bar usne mujhe dekh k smile di to mujhe ajib laga but thodi der bad mene b use reply kiya and den vo mere taraf aage badne lage mujhe man m dar lagne laga ki kahi,aake that and de ya chiilla and de k kya dekh rehe the to me ek dum,sidha ban k ticket window ki trf dekhne laga .. But for vo mere karib aai or hi boli,mene b hi bola or usne bola ki aap mere or mere bete k b ticket le elnge kya if you don’t mind,me ek dun se shant hua or mene bola of course isme mind kare. It seemed to drive him crazy.He dropped his hands back under the table and began undoing his belt.Panick slapped me in the face, this was getting a bit dangerous. But brain and hand were obviously not in talks with each other - my hand followed his lead and shot up and over his boxer elastic as soon as his jean fly was pulled open.I grabbed his slightly moist, slightly tacky manhood, gripped it, loosened, gripped again, I wanted a firm hold, I wanted an image in my head of this dick.My index.