Jemma was in the main bathroom, she had already jumped into the shower by the time Laura had reached the top of the stairs the door left ajar, she had... seen little point in modesty now, her cut top and cum stained shorts piled at the doorway. Steam pouring out of the door. Jemma just stood hands against the wall looking down as the hot water hit her back and rolled down the arch to her ass crack and across her cum filled pussy. She was shocked at how much was still coming out from where her. I decided that I must do something about it. Ninemonths later I am down to twelve and a half stone and my target weightis to get down to less than ten and a half stone. Also at the same timeI parted company with my employers and started up my own company withmy son, which we run from home. This means I get out of the house evenless and has increased the feeling of being trapped.Over the last couple of years the feelings have got worse untilrecently I have started, secretly on a hormone regime,. Since then, he'd developed a taste for it from repeated listenings, her lithe form dancing before his mind's eye each time he heard it.Climbing the stairs he wondered for the millionth time if he should really make an approach, ask her out for dinner and a drink. He'd swear that in some of their recent conversations she'd left him openings for an approach. But he'd never been good at the dating thing, had never been able to really see opportunities until they were past. He'd made mistakes in. Just that in this case I was feeling like a stallion who was riding a mature married woman and was doing so at the want of lust and at the asking of the married woman who was now begging me to fuck her senseless and remorseless. I was now way beyond control I just was going on like a fast train without a break, I was fucking her so bad that I could feel her spurt her hot jizz on my long and hard fuck pole and she wanted more she was grunting like a wild boar and I was pumping her like a.