Vishakha the milf
In the morning, when I woke up, I saw that Vishakha was sleeping normally on her berth, and the TC was nowhere to be seen. All my friends were just waking up. I didn’t say a word about anything to anyone. For a while, I even wondered if it was a dream or something. The station came, and all of us got down. Vishakha took a cab and left with her grandson, and we had our local friend, Rohit, there with his car. There were no goodbyes as such, and we just left.