One day in the gym I saw a middle aged women in sweat shirt and a track accompanied by several women, she had bulging boobs and could see her cleavage... and due to the sweat her tits were visible, the other ladies were praising her, later I came to know that she is the wife of the new Director Mr. Roy. Her name is Sanjana Roy. She was a stunning beauty I should agree with fair skin, round face assets at the right place in the right proportion.The Director has a huge house in the campus, he is. I could smell the odor of cum, as I walked over to see what she wanted, and when I got to her desk I think she could too. She said to me, “Are you okay because your face got a little flushed a little while ago.” I answered, “Yes I’m okay.”(Just wanting to get out of there.) She then said, “Can you come back to my room at the end of the day?” I told her, “I can’t, my grandparents are visiting and I have to be home as soon as school is over as we were going out someplace for dinner.” She replied,. I wasn’t a man holding a photo of a woman who died decades ago; we were two people looking deeply into each other’s eyes, seeking something we couldn’t name but needed like oxygen.When I put the photo aside, I was shaking. I staggered to the john and splashed cold water on my face. My knuckles turned white on the sides of the sink. An old demon inside me was screeching for bourbon. I could taste it on my tongue.Getting sober, I’d learned out to tough my way through the cravings. Gripping the. ”The pro grinned and we shook hands all around. He added that we would be assigned the four most senior caddies who would be tipped off in advance to what was going on. “They’ll be delighted to help, too,” the pro added. “Aside from everything else, after taking that guy for three grand, they tipped their caddies a dollar each. Can you believe it?”Before leaving the pro shop I asked the pro to contact the family that was in the process of leaving and tell them that they would be staying. At a.