I would look in boxes buried in their closet. The hardest thing about conducting these searches was trying to leave things as though they weren't bein... disturbed. I even checked the pockets of clothes that hung in their closets! I looked in every possible place that one could hide these pictures! No luck.Then, one night after my parents were going out for the evening, I decided to retry searching my mother's bureau drawer again. I knew I had to have missed something. During this search, I came. He didn’t seem so concerned with what others might think of him if he broke out into a sudden fit of dancing at the party or went up to a woman and had a conversation. It really wouldn’t be that humiliating at all. People may have a zillion thoughts in a day, and most of these thoughts are forgettable if not downright absurd—so why be a slave to what other people thought? What people thought certainly didn’t make them what they were. What he thought may happen at the party if he didn’t act. One day while the talk shifted to fucking outside marriage, I asked Vinod, how about letting me fuck his wife Meena. He was game and jokingly said if Meena has no objection you can, I became serious and told him I would do the same for him and that if possible he can fuck Priya (my wife) if she permits. Then we thought our wives being prudes, would never let others screw let alone touch them. So our minds started working on how to fuck them. I asked Vinod one day if he would come late to my. This soon degenerated into both of them using the gel to massage each other, especially their most sensitive areas. Their laughing, giggling and caressing went on until they were both somehow clean and ready to towel off.Stepping out and grabbing towels, they did a cursory rubdown, wrapped themselves in their towels and headed back to the living room, where the same porn movie was still playing on the laptop. Apparently, Lacie had set it on repeat. They each grabbed a beer and plopped down on.