I’m afraid not. “Are you done for the night?” you ask uncertainly. The woman returns with a small bag. I pull out a short summery dress and slip...it on quickly over my skimpy stripper outfit. “I guess so,” I say. A bouncer opens the door for me, and we step out into the warm London night. “You’re going home just like that?” you ask. “Don’t you, I don't know, shower or something when you finish work?” “Work?” I ask, then laugh. “Oh, I don’t work here.” “You don’t?” “No, I just popped in because I. Dad seemed to be waiting to see if I was going to put on shorts and when I got in bed naked so he did too. There were no ulterior motives, we always slept naked. I rolled to him and kissed him good night then went to sleep. About an hour later I got up to pee and found Dad masturbating as he sat on the edge of the tub with his feet in it. I thought that was a great way to do that, minimal clean up.He stopped while I pissed then after I washed my hands kissed him on the cheek and returned to. Most of the time she use to sit in front of me without her duppata on her breasts and, intentionally use to wear see through clothes.I started masturbating a lot thinking about her, one night my parents were out to visit our relatives and I was with my sister there, and our Bhabhi. My sister was chatting on telephone with her friend in another room, and I was sitting with Gita in TV Lounge when suddenly power went out, and we both stood up to get candle and match box, and during our struggle,. "When she started I almost slammed my book shut and left the table, "I did it for us Brian, I did it to help our marriage."As I said, I almost bolted, but then I became intrigued. How could her sneaking around with other guys behind my back be for us? It turned out that she had been reading one of Barbara Cortland type romance novels and it had occurred to her that she was in the same position that the woman in the novel had been in. The woman had grown up with and then married her childhood.