In any way, just to be part of their little group, and not feel lonely and excluded. But I resisted the temptation until finally at about eight-thirt... I could no longer resist and I picked up my phone and texted Sue.The first text I drafted, “Help! I need a lifeline, send me a text or give me a call, P x,” got deleted before I sent it, fearful that Sue might take my cry for help literally and shoot back here.My second text I can’t remember now, but it also got scrubbed and never sent.My final. I want some reciprocation. I want to get my hands on some of your wife's panties, and pictures. I will of course give them back when I am done using them so we don't get caught. But this way we can both enjoy each other's wives in secret"He took a long chug of his beer, leaned back and said, "Well that sounds like a fucking awesome idea". With that our friendship was formed. We chatted for a while about various things we had done with our wives. Places we fucked them, how they like it, etc. Had. I asked him ” What are you doing?” He said, he’s making tea for her wife, who just came back from her work. I asked about having a Skype call over their comfort and luckily he agreed to do so.I saw this very handsome guy and her very beautiful wife garima. I told him to let me have some chat with her wife, as never had it before. I said ” Hello Garima, How are you?” She said, she’s okay and tired after a long day at her salon. Well, I was little horny, and being bisexual, I wanted her to open. A few of their discussions on morality and policy went on continuously for days.The middle four hours of their workday was spent traveling and talking to people. This involved anything from informal chats over tea with chance-met citizens in a hostelry they’d picked at random, to formal speeches delivered to vast multitudes. They attended formal social occasions of every variety and every size with persons of note in every field, and often visited schools, Healers’ hospices, and public works.