.." I didn't let him finish. I glared at him. "I don't know you!” I snapped, “I am hardly going to tell you my innermost thoughts!" and with that ...I jumped up, grabbed my key and ran, back to my room.I heard him call after me but what he said I neither heard nor cared.Back in my room, the door closed behind me with a bump and just stood, taking deep breaths. "Damn, damn, damn..." I repeated over and over, clenching and unclenching my fists.Gradually I calmed down. I saw myself again in that. That was then.Because now?Now she didn’t love sex anymore, and that time, two years ago, I had to empty my balls to the sound of my wife’s unsexy snoring. She hadn’t cum, her pussy had felt wrong and foreign, like a shitty quality fleshlight, and her tits had sagged lifelessly to her sides, two deflated festival balloons.They joy had been ripped from our marriage and our sex life had followed suite.That bit of drunken sex had ended up making me feel worse than if I had taken her by force. There. The time for departure. She had been dreading this moment for any number of reasons. Mostly because she had relied on her boyfriend Mick to help keep at bay the plethora of classmates who had been trying to get with her. She was a bit weak willed and she knew it. And she hated it. What was worse, was some of them didn't want her because they loved, or even liked her. They did it because she was unobtainable. Forbidden fruit. Or arguably even worse, just to spite Mick. Some of his personal. Me work karte hai to wo bhi office gae the mai ja kar jagah dekhne laga jaha se mai unko dekh saku lekin koi jagah nahi mili mai mayus ho kar andar aane laga tabhi ekdam se gate khula or aunty nikal aai boli kya dekh rahe ho maine unko dekha to geele baal blouse ko gala kar rahe the jisse unke dudh ka aakar saaf dikh rahe the sayad unhone mujhe ghurte hue dekh liya tha isliye hath me jo saari liye thi usko apne seene se laga liya unka peticote bhi geela tha jism se chipka hua tha lag raha tha.