She moved away from me and lookedat the roses contemptuously. "What are they for?" she asked.Her chilly demeanor and reaction to my simple gesture of ...ove shook me.'What in the world was bothering her?' I thought. Though confused by herresponse, I plowed forward. I answered, "Not 'What are they for?'" Istated. "Who are they for? They're for you sweet girl," trying to be ascheery and pleasant as possible."Oh? And what is the occasion?" she coolly questioned me.I couldn't remember when Debbie. Trudy ordered before the pretty blond could ask what we’d like. “A glass of white wine, Chardonnay if you have it, for me, and a Long Island Iced Tea for my friend.” “Hey,” I interjected, but Trudy simply waved the girl off and stared at me with tightening lips. My words trailed off. “Let me make this clear,” she stated in a low voice, “I normally have better things to do on weekends than hanging out with co-workers with a too high self-esteem. I know about the times you went to Mr. Morris and. I blushed and told her that even her breast are big and super soft. She said, “Awwwww” and kissed me on my cheek, very close to my lips. I was shocked as I had never been so close to a woman.We settled down in that compartment and she started complaining about India’s climate being very hot and humid. She told me that she feels like removing her kurta. I told her that it’s not a good idea but then she told me that the door has been locked from inside. I had no answer to this and she removed her. There was my petite small breasted wife lying naked on the couch. Her legs were spread wide open and were wrapped around some young biker thug who was on top of her pounding her pussy. This guy could not have been more than 20 but he was huge, with a body builder’s physique, long hair and tattoos all over his body. On his forearm was tattooed his name “Dale”. I couldn’t believe what I heard and saw next, Dale said to my Cougar wife “where’s the lube and some rubbers, I want your ass”. She.