Later that night, we had dinner together. My cousins told me that they would be going to Darjeeling on their Diwali vacation from their school. My aun... kept staring and winking at me as if she had a plan for us.That night, my aunt messaged me on WhatsApp.Aunt: Are you awake? What are you doing?Me: I was about to sleep. What about you?Aunt: I am unable to sleep. Can’t stop thinking about you and Asha. How could you even think of enjoying yourself with her?Me: It was my first time with a. What black haired, blue eyed, successful beauty wouldn’t be hitched? Yeah, I was bitter. But I had standards. Getting over Kate was easier than getting over her betrayal. No way would I mess with a married woman. No way would I be party to inflicting that kind of pain on another man. I dropped all thought of her right there and then. But Laura became a regular traveler, always flying first class. Always a distraction on flights to and from Newark. So I politely flirted with her when I got the. Like the previous days, he was carrying a large tray with both hands. It was my dinner. He carefully pushed the door open with his back, and once he was inside the room, he placed the items he was holding on top of the dressing table. His front still turned away from me. Turning around, he had a shocked look on his face for a moment. He had never seen me sitting up. The startled look, turned into a smile, as he approached me.He nodded his head. “I see you are up, that is excellent,” he said.I. ”I shrugged my pack off and set it down, then helped her off with hers. She very quickly almost ripped her clothes off, quickly undoing the button and zip of her shorts and letting them drop, then pushing her panties down to meet them. She started to put her hands into her crotch, then stopped.“I…I don’t know what to do,” she confessed.“What are you feeling?” I asked.She pulled her t-shirt over her head and dropped it on her pack, then reached around and undid her bra, shrugging it off her.