Well, that day was so far away I couldn’t even see it on the horizon.A woman came through the security doors on the left and stopped to speak to the... receptionist. They conversed in low tones for a minute before she approached me. She wore a dark suit and white blouse with one of those long collars that tie into a bow at the neck. Her skirt was cut scarcely above her knee and the one-inch heels she wore clearly stated that she was here on business. I silently thanked Cali for my new suit and. Then I went near her and took a selfie with both of us. I was holding my phone with my left hand and I held her waist with my right hand.I pulled her towards me for taking a photo of us together. She wiggled a little and tried to move out of my clutch. I didn’t leave her. I took so many selfies like that. After some time, she was getting okay with my touch.I then tried being a little bold and moved my hands towards her front stomach and pressed it on top of the dress, while taking pictures,. All three were completely naked, the girls bald pussies contrasting with his mass of pubic hair, greyed from ageing and decades of encasement within underpants.He was overweight and repulsive to behold, made more so with the beauty clinging to his hairy body, their sleekness and purity, each maiden clamped to his hairy thighs, sliding up and down, matting his hair with their oestrogen laden slime, and from my viewing point, their swollen cunts glistened as they leaked their desire for a. I went back and checked the name, it was my husbands name, so I felt exonerated, but still embarrassed, had someone gained access to his phone?I went out to get the newspaper and came back into the bedroom and then the penny dropped, I had sent the texts to an older text reply, the one where my uncle had been party line with us and he was curtsy copied, 'OMFG, it was my uncles fucking cock' and I sat there staring at it, my mother's brother, in his fifties had got a hard on and more or less was.