She knew that the flight deck crew were all keen divers so they wouldn’t be around on this layover. Her colleagues in the cabin were either gay or s...fely married. This lay-over would be totally within airline guidelines. Dinner with Sandy was a no-brainer.She checked into the hotel, showered and hit the bed. After an overnight flight, sleep came easily.Deborah woke mid-afternoon. She had another shower and headed up to the roof terrace of the hotel to grab some rays and enjoy a late light. So as soon as mom left, I straight forward went to my hotty aunty’s room. She was asleep peacefully. And why wouldn’t she. I had fucked her so good the previous day. So I went near her slowly. She was sleeping in a saree. May be felt tired last night to change in to a nighty. So, I reached at the foot of the bed, and started adoring my lovely sexy lady. Her saree was a green colour saree, a very thin one, very soft to touch. Her saree pleats were looking sexy. And her pallu, had drifted away. This was too much for me to resist. I bit her lower lip very hard. And then she opened her lips for a kiss. I grabbed her right breast and she took my entire lips in her mouth and started sucking them like lollypop.But this time something was wrong – it was not the smell of her breath, saliva, moreover she did not kiss me like that ever, rather she hated to kiss this way and her breast… it was not as big and soft as this. My blurred senses suddenly became clear and I found myself, half naked on. I still feel attracted to guys." She grinned impishly. "I feel MORE attracted to you though." I see what you mean," said Paris thoughtfully. A grin crossed her face. "Yes, I DO see what you mean. Guys still are cute to me too when I think about them, which I have to admit isn't that easy when I'm sitting here with you."Rory giggled deep in her throat. "And especially when now it's you holding my boob?"Paris looked down as though the fingers that were cupping Rory's breast didn't belong to her..