“No knickers, mother,” the girl said mockingly. “Who got the pleasure of a view today?”“Oh lots and lots and Ohhh Michelle, that feels so g...od. So very good.”Michelle had pushed a finger into her mother and was pumping it.After a short while she pulled her daughter up and kissed her hard.“Bed!” she said and almost dragged her into the bedroom. As they stripped, the girl studied her mother. She was looking good. Slim and with incredibly long legs. As she stepped from her skirt, Michelle. You move down that hall, looking for your room, passing other guys and girls carrying bags, stereos, TV's and computers up and down the hall to their rooms. You stop in front of 503, the number boldly proclaimed above the door. And if that wasn't enough, there are two cards taped to the door reading, John Doe, and David Benson. It seems as though someone still thinks you're in preschool and might get lost or something. Well, at least you know the name of your roommate. You open the door and. That and I don't know if I can ever forgive her for making you like that.She said she started looking through a photo album and remembered all the times you shared in the guesthouse at her place and at that beach house and all the other days like graduation and she remembered why it was like it was. She said that aside from the fact that her Mom freaked she thought she wanted to marry you, and that just made it worse. I know I shouldn't be telling you this while you're probably balls deep in. , etc., and then came the shocker, no one had ever asked me this to my face before, and I never expected this in an interview setting (2 years later when our affair began, I would realize she was smitten by me the first day itself and just thought she’ll take a risk).“So Harshith, answer this truthfully, are you sexually active and do you have multiple sexual partners?” I was so taken aback that I lost my footing and was dumbstruck for a minute.She continued ” I only ask, cause as a company.