" dad said taking his glass while avoiding looking at me.I would soon change that though, so far only one man had been able to resist me when I turned...on the old sex appeal and he had been queer, my father was a man like any other and I had no doubt at all that I would be able to get him going, but would I be able to get him to lose control? Only time would tell. Lounging back in my chair I sipped at my drink as I opened my legs wide, if he even glanced my way he was going to get one hell of an. ' After ruining that name, he really made a live TV apology to all the Melvin's out there.So I apologize to all the Joe's out there in advance, if I have offended you. But, I should get on with my story. I just wanted to give you some of the background for what comes next.Well, not next, but soon. I do have to tell you one itty-bitty thing. I may have described myself as average, but financially, I'm not 'AVERAGE.' Far from it.Remember I mentioned that I couldn't remember who number twenty-two. Hubby likes it missionary style, romantic, in the bed with the lights out. I am tired of being ignored. My husband brings in the money, but he doesn’t take care of the pussy like he should. I decide that drastic measures have to be taken to remind hubby that a woman needs love.My husband makes the number one mistake that any husband can make, one fine morning in December his best childhood friend and classmate for 14 long years Anup called and informed my husband that he is coming to India. I turned my back to get a big draw of beer and to give her some time to put the shirt on. I pulled my easy chair back to its proper location and grabbed my boxer briefs and put them back on. I sit down and asked her to sit with me. She was hesitant, be she did. I leaned back and she adjusted herself where her legs was hanging over the right side of the chair arms and she leaned into me with her right shoulder and looked at me and said ‘this is nice”, Yes it is I responded as I handed her the.