There were light pastel colors and everything was so very "pretty". I remember thinking how I would change it once it belonged to me. The thing that...threw me most, though, was that there didn't appear to be any men working there. Again, I was smirking. "Oh yes, this is going to be easier than I thought."The area opened into a kind of bullpen, with secretaries sitting in the middle, and offices around the perimeter. And, the women were all so beautiful. "My dumb luck," I mused, "to stumble. Well if you ever need any help with your plumbing give me a call,” she said, staring down at my crotch. “I’m really good at cleaning pipes.”She looked up into my eyes, smiled, and disappeared back into her bedroom. I took my first breath in what seemed like hours, and became aware of my mouth hanging open and my dick being rock hard in my pants. That night I couldn’t wait to get Neetu into bed and fuck her silly. She asked me what had gotten into me, but I didn’t dare tell her that it was. 45. She used to use wash clothes on the terrace. So in between, she used to come outside to see clothes in the washing machine & then to soak the clothes after washing. My wife is a teacher, so my wife & my son also go to school around 7.15. Slowly it became my habit to see her regularly. Although I never saw her with any wrong intentions because I knew I had no chance for anything happening with her.The reason was that we even didn’t talk to them. I even didn’t know her name. But trying to see. She grunted as she braced herself for the rear attack.Paul was meanwhile too turned on as he was thrusting away rapidly. In one firm but slow thrust I rammed my cock into her sweet asshole as her spincter released itself and gave up its resistance to allow my tool to enter her rear tunnel fully. With a squeal my excited wife welcomed both penises into both her holes as Paul rammed mercilessly into her vagina from the front and I thrusted away rapidly into her rear. We were all one sweaty mass.