‘What do you do around here, anyway?’ He surveyed the room. ‘You don’t work, you don’t cook, and you don’t clean house.’ He picked up a ...irty dish left on the table from the night before and flung it breaking it in pieces against the wall. ‘All you do is smoke and talk on that damn phone.’ He walked towards the phone. ‘I’d like to rip the Goddamn thing out of the wall and throw it out a freakin’ window.’ ‘Don’t you dare touch that fuckin’ phone.’ Connie armed herself with scissors. Her faced. Surely there had to be an angle he could latch onto and exploit!The philosophy behind the place was (to coin a phrase) diabolical. All the basic human drives had been removed or made irrelevant. The climate was temperate if unvarying, no food or drink was needed so none was offered and the endless procession of identically grey indistinguishable beings quelled any thoughts of sex much more effectively than any cold spoon. There was nothing to talk about so no-one spoke, nothing to stimulate. But this was okay, as Sandra seemed to be having the same problem. Feverishly we kissed, my hands roamed over her back, Sandra was dragging my shirt off but her activities were hampered by her insistence on keeping our mouths locked together. Again we acted as one as we broke that second kiss and frantically undressed each other. As we dragged the last of our clothes off we fell together and, still synchronised, I entered her with one thrust."Ohhh Sandra."Frantic now, we thrust together; too. Slowly the meetings reduced in number as we grew with the years in college.But Shruthi was missing me very much. We had never crossed the lines previously but only to kiss and hold hands. I had a huge craving for sex. As the days passed by, I started fondling her tummy and navel.The first time was in the canteen, and that led me to explore even more. I started feeling her boobs over her bra sometimes but couldn’t do much in the canteen.I forgot to mention her stats. She has a perfect structure,.