It was the day of Diwali and as a tradition I used to get up early in the morning and take a long bath. I use a scented powder called the utna. I wore...a chiffon sari especially for that day. My husband had a huge party last night with his workmates and came home at 2 extremely drunk and out of his senses he quickly went to bed and wasn’t going to get up any time soon. I went to the cowshed and Ramu had just woken up and was getting ready for a bath. He was surprised to see me and asked me why I. .. I'm not always like that. Maybe I'm like that new thing they call "Bi-polar" I guess, because most times I'm just a fun loving giggly girl. I was the "Class-Clown" in High School, and I've always had this urge to get male attention. Once I found out how guys SO getoff getting blowed, finding out I didn't have to act goofy altered my thinking. I LIKED seeing their happy faces when I unzippered them and did my thing. Just to set the record straight... My hub calls me Angie in his. "She started by unbuttoning his cuffs. Then she unbuckledthe belt on his dress. Then she unbuttoned his dress asquickly as she could, and pulled it down until it was alittle pink puddle on the floor. He cried out in pain, buthe grabbed the pants, sat down on the floor, put one legin, then the other. He was still wearing his high heels. Hepulled the pants up as far as his knees.And that was as far as he got. He grabbed his midsectionand yelled "Get 'em off! Get 'em off me!"She pulled his pants. Oh, yes. Sorry.”Diane backed out of her daughter’s bedroom and closed the door. She leant against it ad blushed. The thought of catching her teenage daughter in the middle of a masturbation session was embarrassing for her and she could only guess how bad it was for Debbie. She moved to the kitchen and busied herself in making coffee. In a few moments Debbie almost sidled into the room and sat at the table. There was a moment’s silence before the girl spoke.“I’m sorry, Mum,” she said.