He had complete control of my entire body now and was fucking steadily. His arms were now around my back and were squeezing my nipples gently. I let o...t little moans as the fucking became more and more furious. My moans became screams, louder and louder. My tits bounced up and down with every up-thrust of his dick. ‘OH MY GOD! IT’S SOOO Thick aaaaaaaaaaaah !! FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!!’ he then pushed me forward onto my huge heaving breasts, propped my ass on top of a pillow and began to go to fuck me. She pulled me inside the room and locked it. I was praying that her husband should not wake up.She started to kiss me everywhere and licked my lips. I gathered courage too and started pressing her boobs. We were kissing so hard continuously for 10 minutes and then I started to be so erotic and removed her dress vigorously. She undressed me. We needed to be silent too as her husband would wake up. So i started to finger fuck her pussy with my boxers in her mouth to keep her silent. Oh my god she. Good sized breasts, I decided, made all the more impressive by well wired underwear. I suspected that vanity on her part had driven that choice; more to impress those in her workplace than to please her husband. But no matter, vanity was a malleable weakness.Her waist was not as trim as might be expected but as a modern Victorian I had ways to address that. She paused, hoping, I imagined, that I would not press her to go further. A look of bemusement was sufficient to encourage her to. I already know I'm pathetic, and that I smoke too much weed. And I wonder if that's the reason — my obsession with Milly some kind of cannabis-induced psychosis. There and then, I vow to give it up. And so I try. But without its mind-numbing consolation, every day becomes a battle to control my thoughts. It becomes a war I wage against that rebellious part of myself that has placed Milly on her pedestal and declared her as empress, made her the sole focus of my life.I begin to practice yoga in.