By now Sneha was also close to me and as we had a 1 BHK apartment, Sneha told that she will sleep in the hall. We made the arrangement for her on the ...floor placing the mattress and she slept.I came to bed with my wife in the bedroom soon both went to deep sleep but I was thinking about the morning incident and was getting hard on that night I masturbated two times fantasizing her then went to sleep.The weather in Bangalore was not good, next day morning she started suffering from cold. We gave. Sorry bout what I said earlier, if it made you uncomfortable but it is the truth. I’m not trying to hurt anyone especially you and the folks but I need to be myself. I really like exploring different things. I’ll admit it that it’s a little sick and demented to be talking to my brother about my slut ways but you’re the only one I ever talk to about personal shit. I don't even talk to my girlfriends about allot of stuff. I don't trust them like I trust you. If you want me to keep it to myself. 2 weeks had passed and finally we were on our way down to London for the weekend we were all sat on the train and we never spoke about it once until we hit London train station and Jane came out with this time there's 2 of them going to be going through us then laughed,Claire just smiled and gave me a wink..we got to the hotel and we had a double double room,Claire and Jane said you guys go down have a pint whilst we get ready..Mark's phone went off it was Steven,he and his friend Gary where. Something that wasn't my fault, just a real divorce in real life, a hateful relationship between my mother and my Dad, all these years.Just because my Dad was the macho type and my Mother a woman that truly believed on the equality of rights between men and women.Sounds really weird that a chauvinist male married such a woman, but they did and I, Henry James Garcia was their son.Finally after weeks in a San Francisco court they divorced and we went to live in Oakland, Dad went back to his.