*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*PrologueTyler drove up to the massive building that would be his home for the next year. He sized...up all of the freshmen boys entering the building, many accompanied by parents or other family members. Tyler sized them up, wondering to himself how many he could bend over and plow by the end of the year.“Ready to go?” Tyler's mom broke him out of his stupor.“Huh? Right, yeah, let's go,” Tyler said, unbuckling his seat belt. His mom caught his. I took Prissy over and introduced her to Mom, Mark and the women sitting there. Sheila, outspoken as ever, said, "Jesus Christ Jason, where do you get all these beautiful women? How can we old bags compete? You aren't going to forget to dance with us are you?" No, I promise I'll dance with you the same as ever. May we sit with you all when the dancing begins?" Certainly."I had to explain to Prissy about my dancing with Mom's friends. "They are feeling a little put out. This is the first time. Sally was a widow who was twenty years older than me and loved to suck cock without her teeth in, or as she referred to it as gummi cares. I really knew from the start that we were never going to make a go of it but when it is offered on a plate as often as you want it and at a moment’s notice you know what they say; “A standing prick has no conscience!” Sally introduced me to my very first taste of swinging although not as you would expect; no nymphomaniac eighteen year olds I think the. And as I was still thinking about her motive, she caught hold of her night gown near the area where my hand was there and pulled it forward. Due to this action my hand slipped into her dress and fell hard on her naked left boob. That’s it, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was in heaven. I could feel her soft boob and her nipple against my palm. But I was still afraid to make a move. I wanted to squeeze both her boobs. Before I could do anything, she caught my hand, from over her dress and made me.