. To open a dialogue with them on The Dave Question.She said she didn't want us to be sneaking around. But I had noticed that, so far, Emily hadn't be...n exactly broadcasting her weekend whereabouts back to the home folks.So, OK. There were lots of things I'd rather do than go meet Mr. and Mrs. Shreve, but if that's what Emmy wanted, I'd do it. I'd do it as soon as the season was over -- the first week in September. OK -- as soon as the playoffs were over, second or third week in. She was always friendly, bordering on flirtacious, and sexier than the typical mom: probably because she was divorced and active on the dating scene. She always quizzed me on Mike's study habits and partying schedule. Despite her good looks and sexy manner, I never thought of Miss Betty as anything but my roommie's mom. Nothing close to inappropriate ever transpired between us while Mike was at school.About a year after Mike left school, in the spring of my Junior year, a friend named Bob. Abruptly a cold, greasy lube was smeared around and inmy asshole and I knew what was going to happen. I feltthe knob of a dildo pressing my greased asshole andsome big breasts slid up my back as a woman leanedover me.“I’m going to fuck your ass, you pervert. You want it,don’t you?’“Yes,” I whispered. “Fuck my ass.”“Say it louder, you shit! I want everyone to hear it.I want them to know what a wimp you are!“I want my ass fucked with. ..Well, I heard a key to enter my lock! I looked down, stretch every muscle in my body and opened my mouth up ... I saw his beautiful legs pass the porch. He threw a great package on the sofa and it directed toward the bathroom humming. I heard Him urinated loudly and emit a loud burp. It seemed to ignore my very presence.Soon, i felt him back softly behind me ... suddenly he grabbed the hair, lifted me up, turned me around and kissed me greedily. He threw me on the couch, ordered me to sit, he.