They fucked the whole time. Cassie was not quiet at all as she liked to moan and scream especially when she came. Today was different from the others ...ecause they needed ice for their champagne. Cassie, the good wife she was, saw her husband was tired and offered to get the ice from down the hall. She looked at her husband, who had handsome dark brown eyes and slicked back hair. Her eyes wandered down his chiseled chest and to his 6 pack abs. She noticed that his man hood was still hard and. But my senior manager requested me to come to the office on Deevali weekend and the following week. It was a twist for me, but I accepted it due to promotion.It was Saturday. I wore a red top with a long blue skirt. I reached the office late as I don’t have to work. I need to oversee Madhan and Mithali’s work. At the end of the day, one status email needs to send to stakeholders.On weekends, the housekeeping staff will work on the floor. So employees will work from the training room. I was on. She was about thirty and the one that was at my table was around my age, maybe a year or two older. I was 25 only and those ladies sure found a good fuck-buddy. I know that when women turn thirty they are longing for a good fuck and no matter how hard they try to conceal it, they just can’t. When we were together at table, the second lady introduced herself. “i am ritu, and i see that you are having fun, she said looking at priya” “we can’t have fun here, if you want fun we need to find another. We do things that folks don’t want to hear about, let alone see and yet we sleep well afterwards. I never had any PTSD symptoms which made the post-op psych evaluators somewhat frustrated as they had difficulty accepting that. To me, it was the same as getting some eggs at the store as far as I was concerned - and nobody gets PTSD from buying eggs.Meanwhile, back to the lady friend who was a sweet 16 brunette who loved to fuck and we did - a lot - not that I was any great shakes at it except.