I am of shy nature and usually don’t prefer talking with girls. This happened to me when I was in my college somewhere in Bhubaneswar. One day when ... was in my college library this girl named Swati who was my classmate came to me and asked me to be her friend she wanted to know why I ignore my class girls all the time. I had no good explanation but I promised her that now onwards I won’t ignore her as we are friends now. So slowly we started coming close to each other we use to spend most of. I had no explanation for the situation, but I was learning to live with it. When I got up, I ate a light meal of the local food. That was for no special reason; it just seemed like a good idea at the time.I realized that I had not been using any of the buckshot, so I swapped out all but one stick magazine of buckshot and went to 100% solid slugs for the rest of my ammunition. I did have plenty of both kinds of ammunition available because I was the only one using any of it, but I knew that it. “Give the money to the mayor, and if there is any left from the sale of the horses and saddles add that too. Use the money to make their lives a little easier if you will Mr Mayor.”Bea took Fitz’s arm and they walked back to the main street where the horses and their gruesome cargo had disappeared, and the coach stood waiting, a hostler holding the reins. She turned to the mayor again.“Do you have a school here, Mr Mayor?” she asked.“No, ma’am. We need one, but its getting the money, teachers. That way I was seated between my wife and my Mistress. During our meal, the two ladies chatted. I sat their between them, very quiet. Every once in awhile I would hear something and my face would turn rd. They saw it too and made a joke out of it. Then my wife asked me what I bought. I replied Some underwear, and wigs. Tell me more she said. I want details. My face turned a few shades of red as I talked about the bras and panties. Colors and material. How did they fit she asked me. I looked at.