“But once our honeymoon ended, things changed. Ashok changed”. As she said this her voice became a bit low and sad.“Is that when you turned to o...her men?” the therapist asked.“No, at first I tried to pleasure myself. But something happened…”, Savita bhabhi said.“Or rather, someone happened”, she concluded. She recalled and told the therapist about the bra salesman that she had sex with.“Suddenly, my sexuality had been awakened, and I didn’t want to shut it down” she said.“That’s when I decided. I reminded her of my invitation to the hot tub, whispering in her ear "319." She said, "I'll see you later!" I left.I drove back to the hotel (2 miles) and settled in. After checking some e-mail and voice messages, I donned my trunks and grabbed a towel. With my hand on the door latch, there was a knock on the door. It was Angie - bundled up in a winter coat that covered her from neck to foot. I invited her in, and she said, "Well, you said you'd have some clothes for me to wear in the hot. She walked so well with crutches. I loved the way only one leg appeared below her dress." "Do you love me only 'cause I have one leg?" "Shush, no way. I used to dream about you and me living together. I was so jealous of Dad. I'd hear you two at night. I wanted to be in bed with you so much." "Did you and Julie talk about Ms. Martin?" "No. I had no idea that was in her mind. I sometimes dreamed of her and me, you know, but usually it was you in my dreams." He nibbled between her thighs. "I. She was my Mom's only sibling and was the free spirit of the family, living with her life partner, who I came to know as Aunt Deb. Both of them were amazingly loving, and nurturing. All their friends were part of the LGBT community and I had no idea that my "family" was unique until I started school and discovered that most kids had what some would refer to as more traditional families.To me though, I never would have wanted things any other way. They were always taking me on some new.