Eventually I discovered a lesbian chat site. There I found other women, who like me were exploring their bi-side. They introduced me to the joy of cyb...r sex.At home I continued to have a great sex life with my husband, Tom. Indeed if anything I was hornier; a change Tom put down to my turning 40! I only played online when Tom was away and invariably fucked him with gay abandon on his return home. Online, I rationalized, was not real although it sure felt that way! Thus I wasn’t really. Just when he thought he understood her, she would throw him for a loop with one of her sexual innuendos wrapped up in a sincere compliment. He thought to himself, ‘God almighty…as if it wasn’t hard enough to understand one woman in my life, I have to figure out another one…’ He would occasionally go out to lunch with other former students, both men and women, yet he never gave them a second thought. He never took them for more than what they were at face value — a professor and former student. It was resembling like the scene of movie Dracula, where the Wolf-monster fucks Lucy and bites her on the neck. My father laid on his back and asked Shalini to sit on his cock. She obeyed it like an obedient bahu and followed each and every instruction which my dad gave. After half an hour, my dad came inside Shalini’s pussy and started wearing his lungi. I immediately went back to my room and pretended to sleep. Next day, when I woke up, it was 11 AM in the morning and found no one at home. I. Finally, I’d wave at someone and ask to pay. It had taken me eight countries before I realized that rushing to the table with the check at the end of the meal was an American thing. Even in a busy restaurant, I was never rushed to pay and leave. After all, I might want another cup of coffee ... or a beer.I handed the waitress a thousand-koruna note and she looked at me like she was going to cry. That was not a sight I wanted to see. She’d been friendly and chatty, asking where I was from and.