He convinced Shruthi to travel in public transport to go to Chickpet for the shopping (To fantasize about his wife with all the hungry men).He booked ...la auto. While boarding the auto, his fantasy world started. The auto driver was a middle-aged man who eyed his wife with his dead stares through the mirror.While deboarding the auto, the driver’s eye scanned every bit of Shruthi’s assets. He had a hard-on inside my pants. Shruthi was normal and never did any fuss out of his stares. All women. Standing before her was a man who Leslie thought to be about 35. He looked to be about six feet tall and had brown eyes and short brown hair. The man was wearing jeans with an un-tucked orange button down shirt that had the collar open. Leslie’s best guess on weight was 180 pounds. “Hi. Hi…I’m Les…” Leslie started to say before being interrupted. The man raised his hand stuck his index finger out, covering Leslie’s mouth. He brought the finger back to his mouth and pressed it against his. The drive was no more than fifteen minutes but finding the right field took a little longer. The field was grass, but it had a garage off to one side and a wind sock flying atop the garage. That made it somebody's runway. Wilson sat in the truck with me until the light two seater aircraft landed. "Will you be okay in that thing? It looks like a go cart with wings." Wilson commented."More like a covered golf cart with wings, but the pilot is important to someone. I'm sure it's fine. Pray for. When the two Mexicans had sex, it was in the large bunk house since they wanted to keep their secret from the owners of the farm. Charles had witnessed the lovemaking and pretended to sleep when he was actually watching the men suck or fuck. At the same time, he befriended another young man who came from out east. He was not really suited for farm work but he needed the money and he unfortunately left the farm a month before Charles did. Charles was very sad although they promised to write each.