So, I thought about Sarah’s suggestion, and decided to do something to get out of my rut, even though I was uneasy about it, for a reason I wasn’t...totally conscious of at the time.Beginning a few months before that decision to start exercising, my supervisor at work, Gavin, had been asking me to join him and some of his friends on their basketball team in the men’s league at the Y. We were good friends at work, and he thought I’d be pretty good, since I'm tall and had played basketball in high. I tried to imagine him doing the deed and began to feel rather hot. He seemed to catch on to this and watched me intently. Happy he had my attention he leaned back showing a bulge in his trousers. Slowly I crossed my legs and stretched my arms behind me. This well-used trick has the beautiful effect of straining my shirt buttons across my firm C cup breasts and draws attention to my smooth shapely legs. Scott began looking a little flustered too, as my arousal increased. I gently squeezed my. I asked her for what can I do and she replied that she was looking for my mom. I told her that there was no one there in the house and she left. This was the first and the closest meeting we had till that time. I noticed her boobs while she was talking to me and got excited to see such big and round pair of asset. From that day I use to stare her, I started fantasizing her, started to think about getting her laid and fucking her.I started to be close with Saroj’s family. They were only husband. I hurried around the apartment, trying to get everything ready. There just wasn't time, wasn't time. It was nearly five; he was going to be here at 6:30.My apartment was a freezing cold mess. The damp December weather seemed to be slithering its way inside, rain pelting a drumbeat against my single-pane windows.I gathered up clothing, books, paperwork, whatever I could carry from the floor of the tiny studio flat, stuffing into the place's only closet. Grabbing a broom, I started sweeping.