’ She smiled. ‘Of that, you can be sure,’ she said, ‘but I’m comfortable with that. I was hoping they were up here.’ ‘They’re on a cru...se somewhere,’ I replied. ‘Well, please extend my best wishes and tell them I wound up buying the cottage so we’ll see each other a lot. ‘I’ll do that,’ I said. I took a drink of tea and decided to make sure I was on sure footing. ‘So I take it you aren’t upset that I’ve been spying on you?’ ‘No Sherri, I’m not,’ she said. ‘I knew you were and it kind of gave. He comes to her only once or twice a month. Aunty usually sits alone in the room in day time as children also go to school. I study masters and it is not compulsory to go college so I also usually sit at home. One day while I was just singing song playing guitar in my balcony aunty came there and started listening to my song. This became our regular routine. Slowly we became closer. I sometimes masturbate thinking her. As regular she came and sat beside me listening to my song. It looks like. Somewhere. On last night's journey, at some point I turned to find a beautiful young blonde smiling at me from the passenger's seat. Big blue eyes sparkled like those of an Elven princess. Hair flowed over naked breasts, full and firm. Her smile was an invitation I dared not accept. She was too young, too vulnerable. Still guiding the big sedan down the dark highway, I reached over and pushed her to the far side of the bench seat. as if there was a spring on the door, she bounced back right. Late thirties, flame red hair, model's body and a warped sense of humor had attracted me to her in the club the previous night. After spending several hours dancing, drinking, talking and exchanging biting witticisms, we ended up at her place in the small hours of the morning.Now, the morning after, I woke up alone in her bed wondering where she was. Turning my head, I could see into the master bath... empty. I forced myself up from the bed. Grabbing my jeans and pulling them on, I crossed the.