“Oh, oh God,” my mother was gasping. “I don’t believe he’s going to make me come. So soon. Oh fuck, please…”Next I knew my aunt was down...there with me. I saw her loom alongside, eyes fervent and bright. “Go on, carl,” Aunt Amy urged. “She’s going wild for it. I’ve never seen her so worked up.”In a quick burst of activity, my aunt pulled me away from my mother’s sex. She kissed me, tongue wriggling with mine.“I can taste her cunt on you,” Aunt Amy said through a gasp. “I’m not much into women,”. ”We spent most of the next two weeks trying to find someone to switch rooms with us, but of course no one was interested. I even asked the blue-haired chick, whose name turned out to be Brianna, if there were any guys in her women’s studies classes who’d be up for a switch.To make matters worse, I was getting increasingly obsessed with Sean. It got to the point where I was popping a boner every time we were in the hallway together. I hooked up with girls every chance I got, hoping that it would. ”“Hello Trudy’s mom,” I said shaking her offered hand.I didn’t expect to be pulled into a hug and then kissed on the forehead.“David I am so sorry for my reaction to finding Trudy in bed naked with yet another boy,” her mom said like it happened all of the time. “You shouldn’t have had to listen to any of that. I was completely out of line.”Trying my best to look puzzled, I asked, “Listen to what? I got dressed and then wanted to make sure the sump pump was working right without blowing the. Her own cup was already full and I could see creamer in it, so I gestured to Stacy to help herself to the packets. She grabbed four packs of sugar and two creamers—no wonder she was so hyper sometimes.I took two sugars and a creamer for my own cup. Like most people in their twenties or younger, I was one of the new generation of 'yuppie-coffee' drinkers. I always felt like such a hypocrite for it though. I hated Starbucks and all those large coffee-shop chains who overcharged on coffee and.