I still had my final year of school to go and I knew one surefire way for a girl to make friends. I wasn't the townslut anymore but it was only a few ...onths before most of the boysknew that if we went on a date, they would get laid. I could livewith that. The girls didn't hate me and I didn't fuck or flirtwith any of their boyfriends. I had friends again, both male andfemale. I set up a Facebook homepage and had lots of friends fromschool add me as a 'friend'. I kept my account private. Only. She told me in the car that we are getting a Brazilian wax and I was perplexed why we need to go to the parlor to shave that hair. I told her it might be very expensive and I would just do the normal waxing and that part I will do it at home. For which she told me the discount is for Brazilian waxing and she will gift for me as well. I was like cool let’s do it. We reached that place in no time and they welcomed us with a fruity soda drink which was refreshing in that heat. Then they gave us. Then one night after sex with my wife (we were still having sex then) he crossed my mind again.Laying there I asked her if she remembered Dale. "Well of course I do," she said. Asking if they had ever done anything drew an empathic, "No".She went on to tell me he had flirted, even hinted at going further but he had never crossed the line with her ... then "Well, maybe just once". She went on to explain the night of that same Xmas party he had ran his hand over her ass as they sang and later had. Her other hand was on Aditi’s right boob pressing it like crazy.In a mind for a little game, Geeta entered suddenly almost screaming “Yeh kya akr rahe tum dono? Sharam nahi aati? Tum dono rishtedaar ho, aise kaise kar sakte ho? Ghar ke baki logon ko pata chala to kya ho sakta hai kabhi socha hai?”A little surprised at first, both Aditi and Sonam recovered very quickly. “Look who’s talking. Aap to jaise ek dum sati savitri ho. Aapko yeh bolte hue sharam nahi aati? Ek bar chance mila to chut.