That’s when Angie spotted the towel she had used to soak up her orgasmic fluid that same day. Angie grabbed the towel and exclaimed, “Slip this u...der me, now! Start fingering me, I am getting close!” As Angie lifted her hips, Sara slipped the towel under her, and began to finger Angie as she asked. This made Sara wonder, especially since Angie asked for the towel, if she climaxed like what happened in the shower earlier. She could not wait to see. Sara felt the hot moisture on her finger as. “Well, okay then, I guess I can spare a few minutes. Lock the door.” I knew I shouldn’t, but she was just so damn good at it!Fucking testosterone!Her eyes brightened as she hurried around her desk to hang the OUT TO LUNCH sign on the doorknob and lock up. I parked my butt on the edge of my desk and waited.She closed my office door behind her, drew the curtains on the windows and assumed the position on her knees in front of me. She knew she could get me going with just a look, and that look was. She switched on the bed lamp and smiled at me. She had the same strange look in her eyes. She took my other hand and placed it on her breasts. My mouth went dry since I realized what she had in mind. She said, ‘My dear, I told you, you are like a friend. So treat me as a friend, not as bhabhi’ Saying this, she started moving my hand over her breasts. They were firm. she placed her other hand on my dick. This sent electric wave through me. She was moving her hand delicately over my dick. pulled. She was sure of how she felt, but they were both young and she too wanted to make sure this was right for both of them. Bill was making her happier than she had ever been with any man and she didn't want to spoil it. It wasn't just the sex, it was those other little things that brought contentment. He would make breakfast for her each morning. He looked after the washing of the sheets and towels during the week when she was working. When she came home from the shop, they would work together in.