The tension in my shoulders finally relaxed as we warmed up to each other, but that only lasted until we arrived at her dorm room door. She fiddled wi...h her keys for a moment and had trouble getting the door to open. A few shoulder shoves and wrist wiggles later and she led me in to her dorm.It looked pretty much like every other dorm I’d seen, with two unique decorating philosophies on either side of the room. I assumed hers was the one with maps and travel photos, while her roommate had. She refused tothink about her idleness while a strange man got off onher. Tom had just shopped in the shower, and she was alonein the room, thinking… She sat up in the bed, guilty for what happened whenshe returned. She woke up Tom. She once again managed tobring his tired cock to life. She was desperate to befucked by him. If he hadn’t woken u, she would have fuckedhis hand while he slept if necessary. But she knew she didn’t let go. For the first time,she faked an. I decided to innovate. I thought to myself, okay, I'm going to seduce the bastard. I always had imagination. That day I didn't stay at home cleaning and making dinner. Oh no. I took the emerald necklace he gave me from the trunk, the only gift he has given me in recent years. I took a nice shower.I may be a housewife, but even though my husband prefers those little brunettes from porn movies, I'm not ugly. I'm blonde, I'm six feet tall. My breasts are very large, capable of filling the biggest. When he started to ‘discover girls’, especially the cute, very underdressed ones we had no shortage of here locally, his social skills and manners began to improve. Clyde, called ‘Barker’ by everyone, was a short roly-poly and flamboyantly happy kid straight out of high school that seemed to be a graphics genius, and instantly had dozens of ideas on how to improve our limited and rather basic graphics design tools. It was too late to change much of PQ-III, but I bought a couple of huge.