By now, we only had two more days in the office and this would be the last chance we’d have to have a girls’ night out and enjoy the free drinks a...t numerous ladies’ nights. Whoever said you can’t drink in the Middle East clearly hadn’t been to Abu Dhabi. I had to be respectful of the local customs and beliefs so did my best to behave sober in the taxi and when walking through the hotel lobby. The lift doors were just about to shut, when someone pressed the button and they re-opened. It was. "Breakfast is served." Yum!" I said, grateful the topic had turned away from me being a bad host last night.Lynette looked at the set up on the dining room table, and without saying a word, she went into the kitchen and quickly returned with an unopened bottle of the expensive wild blueberry syrup that we were building up a nice stock of in our pantry."I didn't know where you guys kept that," June said, smiling. "I looked all over." Back of the pantry on top," Lynette said. "It's Kristen's. Aunty had come to my home to wake me up and to give breakfast at 7 o’clock. But I was in deep sleep. So she had returned.When I got ready after taking a bath it was already 11 o’clock and I was hungry. I went to her home to have breakfast. She was getting her children ready to go out. I asked her what is happening. She told me that uncle and children are going to their grandma’s home. I asked her are you not going. Aunty: No, I have to do pooja as well as prepare sweets for the festival. Thank. We kissed passionately as long lost lovers, our tongues playing together between lustful biting of lips. Our hands explored each other’s bodies while we done so. I squeezed her large tits and pinched her hard nipples, causing her to moan into my mouth. I grabbed her juicy ass with both hands and pulled her body hard into mine, ensuring she could feel how hard my cock was. After some time she reluctantly broke away from our kissing. She looked at me and said “Come to my bed” a sweet pleading.