I thought that this was it and got into the act myself. I broke the kiss and slid the pallu of her sari and god those good round and huge breasts like...cricket balls were staring at me. Her blouse was super sexy just like she was. I asked her to lift her hands, I have this fancy to lick the under arms and I started licking her there, she was wearing some real expensive perfume and she was moaning already had her head darted backwards. I slowly came to her breasts and put my mouth on her breasts. " Maybe that's it," she said, listlessly. "Are we going to grade those now?" She looked at the papers in his hand."I'll do them later," he said. "I don't feel like it right now." I'm part of this team too," she said."I know that." There was a little heat in his voice. "I just don't feel like it right now, OK?" I don't have anything to do tonight," she said. "Or tomorrow," she added."I don't have a key to the building," said Bob. "The football team will probably be here tomorrow, though." Let's. She'd lasted all of two minutes before leaving and telling him that he was more than welcome to the space, she didn't want it.He thought of his fussy wife, of her fastidious life, of her phobias and irritating fears. If she knew what he did down here, he giggled at the thought, how repulsed would she be then. She thought he was a weak man, that he wouldn't get out of bed if she wasn't there to make him. She thought he had no back bone, no ambition. She would never understand his true ambition,. It’s been like this since he could remember. The never-ending noise, bothering him, distracting him. Slowly wishing he could just end it all. Wake up! He almost falls when he first stands. He didn’t remember telling his muscles to stand upwards. Creaking floors as he walks. Bones in his body clashing as the movement continues toward the bathroom. He never liked showers. Not that he didn’t like being clean or have good hygiene. Imagine the sound of artillery shooting its massive round. It.