"I laughed and began getting the flooring installed. As I worked she brought additional planks and watched intently."I need you hold this in place for...me," I said.She knelt down in front of me and put her hands where I showed her. Her t-shirt bellowed open as she leaned in and allowed me an open view of her ample cleavage. I hesitated for a moment as I enjoyed the view before focusing on the work on hand. As we moved along she would put her hands down and lean in, and each time her shirt would. He’s got no fucking shame. She realises her eyes haven’t moved off the box- and that now her face is flushed, and the smallest beads of sweat are forming on her brow.‘Don’t you like it?’She can’t look at him.Cunt.She’d entirely forgotten that he was there at all.‘Nobody’s watching. I promise. Don’t you like it?’She looks around. He’s right.People are oblivious to the psychological warfare going on at the table tucked away in the corner. Couples continue their inane chitchat. Waiters desperately. Her sizes are 38-30-38 her best part in her body is her boobs it’s huge and beautiful.This story happened a month back when her husband was traveling abroad and she wanted me to stay with her for a couple of days. She has a habbit of drinking and I used to stay with her drop her kid to school and come back home and help her in house hold work. Then the weekend came she was looking uneasy I could feel it easily and In asked her wat had happened to her for which she replied nothing was wrong with. "And yet, as she sat drinking my tea in the kitchen of my home, she was not cold or distant, not aloof or haughty. She was quiet, but that was the awkwardness of trying to find some place to start a conversation; she smiled and complimented my tea, and declined my offer of something to eat, as if she knew that there was very little in the larder that could be considered a suitable companion to afternoon tea. I looked at her in somewhat fuddled amazement, and she looked back as composed and calm.