I was low on petrol, having left my wallet in the bedroom.Marlene’d thrown her coat and handbag across the breakfast bar. The bag gaped open, reveal...ng her purse. I never open her purse, I mean never, on pain of death, ever. We have joint accounts, sharing household and living expenses, we had for twenty years, but cash is ... personal.The reason the tank was empty was her post-Christmas sales. She’d done them all, particularly treasuring those leather boots she nervously said were a bargain.. I glanced up and there was the younger guy from earlier peering over the partition watching us. The older guy came quickly and I swallowed his load. I motioned to the young guy to come in with me. He pushed open the door and stood in front of me not really knowing what to do. He was pretty good looking young, early twenties, clean shaven and wearing a tight shirt and denim jeans. I took the lead and undid his belt and jeans and pushed then down to his ankles along with his pants. His cock. Several tables were already full when we went to sit down; office hierarchy clearly maintained. For the most part my coworkers were sitting together on two tables. Women had already separated from their mates, heads close together. Their men looked up, some openly staring and squinting, trying to make out the outline and details of my chest.Feeling self-conscious, I turned my back and planted my bottom on a seat at an empty table. Hubby joined me on the left and began digging into his food. I. Mai bhi chala gaya aur paani bhar laya. Unko bottle di aur apni seat pe chala gaya. Kuch der baad woh mjhe dhundte hue aaye aur mjhe ishare se apni seat pe bulaya sur mai uthkar chala gaya.Woh side lower waale birth le baithe thi. Fir kuch baate ki aur usne thanks kaha paani bharne ke liye. I said it’s okk. Fir usne pucha lunch kiya aapne toh maine kaha bas abhi karunga toh boli yaha aa jao saath me karte hai. Mai bhi baith gaya saath me lunch karne. Lunch khatam kiya fir usne pucha rammi aati.