However, one person in the train asked, if we are married, to which I said we are engaged. And he too believed that. We had closed to 5 – 6 more enc...ounters in the train throughout the journey. And once we were about to reach our destination, she came up with an idea and I shocked to hear as well as happy. She said let’s call our respective families and inform that the train is late by one day. We are still in Kolkata.And when I asked her, what we will do for the day, she said we will book a. Aunt Julie took care of that when she calmly said, "That's OK Greg, I was hoping you'd notice." My mind was racing but nothing was said for a few seconds. Aunt Julie took care of that awkward moment too by gently taking hold of my hand and guiding it to her breast. I pressed my fingers into her softness and, as I fondled her, I was no longer thinking of her as aunt Julie. I unbuttoned a few more buttons of her top and pulled it open. She was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were not. I took a walk around my neighborhood and as soon as it's about to go dark and the streetlights are lighting up that I decided to head back home.I was turning to my street when I heard footsteps approaching and I turned my head and saw Trent just coming back from his late afternoon runs. He is topless and in his jeans and boots and some sort of hoody wrapped around his waist. This is the 1st time I saw him w/o his shirt on and his glistening body from sweat and his broad shoulders, buffy chest,. In other cases it was the eyes of men, most of whom were being watched by their wives, who kept track of who the men were looking at. This activity, in fact, had already been going on before Bob and Kendra arrived. It was a game many of the wives played in any given social situation that was coed. The women watched to see where the men's eyes spent the most time and then that woman - it was invariably a woman - was examined in detail. If the examination was being done by one of the younger.