I had to face it, even with the tightest sports bra, if I kept developing, the flopping around was going to be a distraction in more than one way. It...also would ruin my form as I couldn’t get my arms in to the right angle for my back hand. So, bouncing all over and playing from only one side of the court, I had resigned myself to the glass ceiling that I was going to run into. Small breasted gals always seem to be the only players that made it past college, with the rare exceptions of some. The building maintenance man was lying on his back looking up at the sink that Mary Jane had said was leaking. He wasn’t surprised when he felt his zipper being pulled down. Three or four times a week Mary Jane called him to come to her apartment and work on something although it was usually Mary Jane who did all the work. Like now for instance. Her left hand was on the countertop bracing herself as she squatted over him and used her right hand to guide his erection into her cunt. He just laid. Not all the details, not how Harry had encouraged her to talk dirty, not how Harry had fingered her arsehole, not how many times she came, just the broad outline. Anger gave way to hurt but neither lasted for long. To his surprise, John found himself aroused by the thought of his wife being fucked by a relative stranger. He told her he would agree to the relationship continuing – provided he could watch. That was too much for Harry, and there the affair ended. But between Beryl and John. Hopefully, she will never know.A week or so passes by and I am at my computer screen. I hear arguing coming from Sara’s apartment. Sounds like her boyfriend, and they are arguing loudly. My thin walls do little to hide the fight. They fight for close to an hour, then there is a loud door slam outside in the hall, followed by silence.Sitting at my computer, I get an idea. One to make Sara feel better, and make up for what I did to her. Plus it sounds like she is single, so she may really like.