Matthew waited patiently while Miranda put the baby down for its nap, and then he ushered her hurriedly into the upstairs bedroom."You think there's t...me?" Miranda whispered, her eyes darting in the direction of the baby's room."Guess we'll find out," Matthew rumbled as he practically tore off his wife's clothes before discarding his own. He lay back on the bed and she straddled him. With an evil grin he took the two pairs of handcuffs from the nightstand. Matthew clamped one on each of her. Or maybe you’re not so guilty, as your father is probably ninety percent to blame, but still. You’re not innocent.”She stepped out of her slacks, which joined her blouse and bra. When she took off her panties, she swung them around her finger and let them fly into the basket. Mom was naked.“Perhaps I should mention that your father has admitted his guilt. However, dear, I’m not terribly angry about it. I’m not pleased, of course, that your father cheated on me, although in most ways it’s better. We exchanged mobile no. and one day while talking she asked me do you have a gf? I said yes I have. She asked have you ever kissed a girl. My voice started stammering to which she said, Rohit its ok. You can 28 and still not married, you are also a human being and I can understand you also want to love someone. I became quiet hot listening to all this and my hands started to fondle my genitals from above my jeans. I said “no Kamini bhabhi I ve never kissed any girl, you are so good you. Marilyn, too! She’s popular, too.”“Me?” squeaked Marilyn. I chuckled as I heard her protest.“Oh, yeah! Your work over there with the refugees and adopting that little boy, you’re Mother of the Year across most of the country. Want to shake some hands?” he asked. “I’m serious. You would be a major draw. We could write up a short little speech and send you out in one direction while Carl is going the other direction.”“NO! Not a chance!” She looked at me. “Might I remind you that we are parents.