Fbailey story number 382
Her Cheating Husband
I had listened to Cheryl complain about her cheating husband almost every night at work. XXX To which she replied that she certainly did. I had worked with a private detective years before and offered to provide her with some surveillance. I just held the rapid fire button down and took a burst of pictures for the five or six seconds that they kissed. I knew that I could worship those babies for years. I hadn’t. As she did that her skirt rose up enough to let me see a small patch of florescent orange panty covering her pussy. Cheryl recognized the house as belonging to one of her old girlfriends. I pointed out the house that he goes into and handed her the binoculars. But I always wished that he had before he died.
