This story starts during my first year engineering, during the second semester to be precise. I live in a flat with my mom and dad. A married woman wi...h two kids; who lives behind the door opposite to ours. The woman’s name is Vijaylaxmi (hereafter Viji). She is 36 years old woman with a slim yet very curvy body profile. She has light brown complexion. Her boobs were huge, always trying to pop out of her blouse. The best part I loved about her was her ass which would go up and down while she. At least it was progress.The next thing I was aware of was being rolled and washed. The rolling thing was fine, unless you count the excruciating head pain it caused. My screams were all internal. I still wasn't making sounds. That little side trip into agony was as exhausting as trying to speak to Rebecca.Then someone thought to medicate me before moving me around, and the excruciating part of my day was converted into stabbing pain, for only thirty minutes.Progress is progress.It was late at. She thanked me! Thanked me for almost killing her. And all of it just made me more outraged. I picked a fight with one of the soldiers in the barracks, destroyed a sparring dummy, but it wasn’t enough. None of it touched my anger.”He turned to look at me then, reaching out to pat my arm gently. “I started drinking. Heavily. Trying to drown it out, I think. Do you remember what you said to me? When you found me in the library, pickled in whisky?”I shook my head silently; it felt like a lifetime. I also felt my cock stiffen as she smiled and I blushed a little now. I wanted to kiss her so bad. I wanted to take her in my arms and make love to her right there on the breakfast table. But I knew that if, no make that when, we did make love that first time, it would be someplace soft and comfortable and enjoyable to both of us. I knew the sex would be hot and fast and animalistic the first time we did it. But, once we got that first one out of the way, we would then slow down and spend hours.