"I reached under the covers and began tickling her. She backed away from me and fell off the bed. "Good, now that you're up, you can get me coffee," I...said. She laughed, grabbed her sexy robe and headed off to the kitchen. I got up and went to use the facilities. I was back in bed when Tamara returned with our coffee. I put the pillows up for us to lean back against. I thanked her and turned on the TV. The morning show that originated from New York had a special guest on. Sitting there talking. Large branches and other forest debris raced from right to left, crashing into each other and the submerged trees along the edge with loud, frightening cracks. It was an interesting metaphor, I thought. My blood chilled as I watched the symbolic ruins of my marriage violently washing away beneath me. I had just masturbated all over another woman. Twice! Hell, I had actually fingered her while she jacked me off. And she was my best mate’s girlfriend to boot. “Good one, Dickhead,” I sighed under. “Congratulations, Padma!” he said warmly. “I knew if anyone could make it out of here it would be you. Now that day has come.”Later that evening Padma was sitting up in bed working on her laptop, wearing only an XL ACME T-shirt. Next to her was her husband, Jai, who had for months been insecure about his wife leaving for a possible new position at ACME Corp. headquarters.“How long will you have to be to Gurgoan?” he asked, an edge in his voice.“I don’t know,” Padma answered, somewhat coldly.. .. then she started to think of other stuff instead -- her hands would wander and before she knew it she would be playing with her breasts. Her breasts had always been sensitive and once she started touching them it didn't took long before she would feel a thrill going through her body. Soon after she had be getting wet and itchy between her legs.However, it wasn't by touching her breasts she had discovered self-pleasure. She was always too busy to visit the restroom when she had to, and so she.