It was my husband, but he didnt say anything. He smelled like alcohol. He changed his clothe to his pajamas and came to bed without saying a word. I w...s on my side facing away from him and pretending to be asleep. He knew I wasnt. he cuddled me and finally broke the silence. I need you to tell me what happened. I started crying again, but this time I was a little more calmed. I told you honey there was this guys at the gym and I did something I shouldnt have done. I need you to tell me all. In fact, she always seemed slightly uncomfortable even when she heard a dirty joke. Pooja isn’t uptight; she’s just private. It’s her upbringing. Suddenly Pooja stood up from her chair and turned toward me. Even in the darkness of the room I could tell that she was looking into my eyes and for a long moment she just stood there without moving. “Wait here,” she said as she turned and walked out of the room. I watched her leave the room then I turned back to the window. The lovers had changed. Then suddenly the door opened - there I stood - cock in hand, a bit of precum oozing out. I had no idea what to do or say! She just came over to me and said something like "don't worry, it is only natural. All guys do it. I can help you with that if you want." Well i did not say a word, did not even know where to begin or what to say. She said follow me and walked back out to the sofa. I obviously followed! She laid down, pulled her legs up slightly - enough for me to see she had removed her. Linda had always treated me like a little sister since the family merger, which was not always fun, but she had done what big sisters do. She had taught me and Candy both about about periods and boys and clothes and bling and makeup. She had got me started in dancing and helped me with my homework. In many ways she was more of a mother to me than my step-mother was. She even gave a pet name to me, Kin-dee, because, she said, "Candy is not Sandy." I've never felt like such a tramp, but Carlo.