I never admitted to thatmotivation. My application had been little more than a self-dare.I thought it would be paradise, amid swarms of young ladies ...ith sockstwo to three inches below the knees, and dresses ending six to nineinches above the knees. It sounded so very different from my dominantlymale undergraduate and post-graduate education environment.Wonderful as it sounded, it quickly became ho-hum -- even with theinevitable pretty young-girl crushes. Not to mention, once I. It was a couple of weeks later before I got up the nerve to even see if their door was open when I heard mom moaning as they had sex. But eventually my curiosity and what I realize now was the start of a life time perversion got the better of me. It was closed for almost two weeks before I got my next chance. My heart began to race and instantly my cock was hard. This time when I looked in the door mom was bent over the edge of the bed and dad was behind her ramming his cock into what i now. With in 6 months we were doing well financially and I suggest she should stop. She didnt want to do this as she enjoyed the money and had become good friends with a cpl of her regulars. I wasnt happy but I agreed for her to carry on. Ofcourse I was more then happy when they wanted to watch me fuck her or see how good she was at sucking cock. One night after she logged of she asked me how far I would let her go. I wasnt sure what she ment but after a few minutes she confused that one of her. "Have some kettle corn!"Jennifer glanced quizzically at Dave but, at his urging, took the bag and opened it. She scooped a few kernels out of the top of the bag."Have some more!" Dave urged again.Still looking a little puzzled, Jennifer thrust her hand deeper into the bag. Dave could see the unsaid "huh?" in her face as she first brushed, then grabbed and extracted a box wrapped in purple paper. She sank back onto the couch."Hmmm. Must be like Cracker Jack. Why don't you open it up?" Dave.