I looked down into my bosom and noticed my nipples were hard as granite and obviously pushing out my blouse far enough to glimpse into it and see the ...hape of my breasts through the opalescence of the material. I waited for him to attempt to pick up the towel but there was no attempt, just a deep low voice. “Should I just leave the towel off?” He asked. “Seems like it’s just in your way.” I looked up at him again and there was slight naughty grin on his face but the wrinkles in his forehead. As time passed we got frank and we used to talk about movies (sometimes porn movies) and todays relations between boys and girls and all that.Whenever she had some work she had some work or issues she used to call me. She used to tell me how her husband beat her and how narrow minded he was, he used to get sad i used to console her, but had devilish ideas in my mind :P. She never used to wear duppatas in front of me givng a clear view of those boobies, and i saw her cleavage whenever she used. . mostly just with each other's feet. One night - Kyle fell asleep in the chair and we got up and went around the corner in the hall and stood there for a long time - kissing, touching each other..... with Hubby just a few feet away - right around the corner from him!!! After about a month - Mark started dating this girl from work.... a slutty chick! LOL So I stopped my thing with him - wasn't gonna go there when he was with her. And he moved out a few weeks later, anyway. Kyle and I passed. I threw one of my bigger and baggier sweatshirts over her and seeing it came down to about mid-thigh on her judged that it would do for getting her out of the house and into her own home safely. I then drove her home in silence and without any further drama.Our future together was very uncertain. On one hand I sincerely wished to be done with her, and on the other I was somehow yearning to be with her again.The rest of Saturday evening was a washout for me mentally. I'd had no sleep the night.