She's a good roommate. She picks up after herself, does her share. She's fun, and now we sleep together, she's good sex, too. We had a few lonely days...that we filled by getting used to each other in bed. No problems there. She said eating each other isn't enough, and I agree, but it helped until we found some guys who fit in with us.We went looking down the hallway on this floor after we got our room set up. No one there who looks like a potential lover or even much of a friend. There's a girl. Me: Right, and we both felt bad about it, right? But even then, did you like it?Mom was silent again.Me: Well?She didn’t know what to say, she took a big breath.Mom: I don’t want to talk about it!Me: What? You just said you would be open with me.She hugged me even harder like she was embarrassed and didn’t say a word.Me: Okay, mom, I won’t ask you that, but can we talk about it?Mom felt a bit of relief and agreed quickly with a nod to avoid my first question.Me: It was the first time you ever. I cried out and my dad attached the metal nipple clamps. It hurt so bad. Luckily my father had never pierced me, so the pain could have been worse. Then I heard my father unbuckle his pants. His dick was about 3 inches when it was limp, and got to about 5 when erect. I was thankful for his tiny size. At least he wasn't pounding me like a horse. As I felt his dick brush my pussy slightly, I began to cry. There had to be something better than this...."I'm gunna make you scream slut." He whispered. That should be stated to be qualified to be females found in the same age category. I did have a fair share of older married women that I seemed to have more in common with and I enjoyed having tea or sipping a nice French wine rather than swigging down a pint with the boys.When I included in that mix that I did generally like to be on top when it came to sex, I guess I was more controlling than your average “bird” with the much-preferred submissiveness that most foreigners ascribe to British.