”Being a trained detective, licensed, I noted the number of eyeballs that clocked Pilar’s little twitchy-butt in white short-shorts as we threaded...our way through the dining room to the last free table in the bar area.She was, admittedly, quite a sight. That cinnamon skin, her good posture — it looked like she was balancing a book on her head. And those painted-on shorts. It wasn’t just male eyeballs either. Women look at women ... judging, evaluating, envying.Pilar of course was acutely aware. We watched her leave marveling at her mature body. She closed the door leaving us together to explore. Not that we needed any privacy, she'd seen just about everything already. I shyly looked at Ping as I snuggled close to her. Barely audible I told her, “I've never done this before. I mean, I have a boyfriend and...”She kissed me to shut me up. I rolled back on the bed carrying her with me, our lips locked together. When our lips parted, she looked me in the eyes. In a delicate yet firm tone. Belinda got mad as hell the first time we got a 3-digit long distance bill, but she knew better than to try to come between me and my Dad.As with so many marriages, things changed when the first child arrived. Before Belinda got pregnant, I'd been reconciled to the idea that yes, we would have children eventually, that working and traveling weren't very fulfilling lives. I can remember clearly the day my daughter was conceived - a session of spontaneous Saturday morning sex, which is now. It is natural to have a crush on your teacher, and I do not mind it”. Such encouraging words made me ask her to have coffee with me outside. She agreed immediately. I took her out to coffee next day, and we found we had lot of common interests. We soon became friends, but I was looking for an excuse to get inside her Saree. She told me about her collection of books at home, and I asked if I could come over to see them. She invited me after college, and we landed up in her bedroom, where there.