Once I was dressed I went and made coffee for us both.When I bought the coffees into the bedroom, Carolyn was getting dressed. “Phil,” Carolyn sai..., “Can I ask you a question?”“Of course you can.”“I have never asked you this and not sure I really want to know, but do you have a girlfriend?”“I won't lie to you, Carolyn. Yes I do.”“So why are you fucking me?”“Well, we have an open relationship and allow each other to take other lovers as long as we are open about it.”“Really?” was Carolyn’s. A few days later as I strode into the dining room to head to the kitchen to make myself some tea, I noticed her in a very seductive pose. She was reading the paper; the paper was spread out on the table. She was standing; bending over the paper with her elbows pinned on the table while her fingers traced the edges of the pages. This meant every curve on her back-side was accentuated and her back was in a relaxed and seemingly comfortable curve and her breast seemed to heave against the. Mujhe pata he nahi tha ki vo helper mere room mein tha. Mein jaise he mudda maine usse dekha aor darr gaya. Mujhe pata he nahi tha ki vo room mein hain. Vo chair pe khada tha aor mujhe dekh raha tha. Mein purra nanga tha uske samne. Maine uske pant ke taraf dekha toh uska pant mein lund khada tha. Fir maine socha usse aor majje lene do. Maine usse pucha,”Kya problem hai?”.Toh ussne kaha,”Kuch nai bas ac ka switch piche ke socket se nikala tha, kisine saaf karte waqt nikala hoga”. Mein baat. I asked, What can I do for you Karen? Karen smiled, I need some advice. OK, I replied, Whats your problem? Well, you may have guessed this already, but I am a lesbian, she revealed, rather frankly. I was slightly surprised by her secret, although in retrospect it made perfect sense, although my first thought was to ask if she made my daughter one too. That is ok, my dear, this is 2011, I comforted, knowing this was a delicate situation. Oh, I know, she confidently responded, Its just how do I.