Me: Why will he think like that?S: Duffer! If men are not satisfied with their wives, they can sleep with other girls, and no one will say it’s inco...rect. But the married woman is not happy with her husband, and if she sleeps with other men, society will call her slut, and there is a problem with her husband’s tool. I have to behave sensibly.Me: You can have sex with other men without your hubby’s knowledge.S: It’s not easy to do it. I need more daring for it as my hubby is not making me. She glanced my way as she stepped into it, and wiggled her hips to pull it up. She didn't have to go through so much effort, but it made it fun to watch. Once it was in place, she tugged at the strings, tightening the leather about her hips. Her movements made her full breasts shimmy and shake, which she made sure I could fully see. The oil made her skin glisten, and I could make out patches that weren't as shiny. She was a mess and would have to jump in a shower as soon as Heisler let her.I. I could feel her soft boobs pressing against my chest. I hugged her tightly as it was the chance to hug her that I got after my attitude changed towards her.We both went to our respective rooms to sleep. She woke me up in the morning with a cup of coffee and kissed me on my forehead and asked me to get ready as she wanted both of us to go to temple. She looked ultra stunning with the new saree which she bought for herself. I got ready and went to kitchen to have the breakfast and also my. There is something strange going on in Seattle. She slipped into my lap, her caramel breasts jiggling as she moved. I gave her a kiss, and tweaked a dark nipple and she giggled. She sat a manilla folder on the table and opened it. I saw a picture of Mayor Erikson, the mayor of Seattle, and a woman with purple hair getting out of a limousine. I had met Erikson last month at a meeting of state mayors in Spokane. He was very supportive of my gun control measures and next month we were supposed to.