She curled into a ball and rolled up onto the bed with me chasing her crawling up to cover her mouth with mine. She seemed to relish her own taste as ...e necked.Eventually I was able to slide my hand down her belly and touch her pussy again, sinking my middle finger deep into her, beginning a rhythmic pumping. She smiled at me and drew up her knee before bringing her fingers down to oscillate over her clit. She closed her eyes and was humming one happy note in her own little world.With her knee. God, Randy and I have had sex everywhere in this house. I felt myself drifting to better days and intense orgasms. I think I was even drooling a bit. Is it Sunday yet?I could feel my Aunt glaring at me wanting to ask more personal questions, but before she could open her mouth the door opened. My man was home!“Hello everyone.”“Uncle Randy!” My cousins yelled in excitement.“Good to see you bud,” My uncle remarked. “Hello, Randy,” My Aunt said. “Good to see you all. It sure has been a while, so. At San Fernando St. That was one block south of Santa Clara St. We were one-half block north of Santa Clara St. The Student Union was two blocks south on Ninth St. The big hike was Mc Donald's all the way across campus at Third and San Carlos St. eight blocks away. We were lucky that at Tenth and Santa Clara there was a great shopping district.The next morning we all headed to the Student Union and registration. All went well and we all got the classes we needed. Mary/Fran winked at me. I later. Terry was at least tolerable, although every now and then the specter of conceit would peek out from his charm. It turned out that his dad had gotten him a membership at the local country club. That’s where he met Gene, the restaurant’s manager.It must be nice to be so rich, thought Dawn; which brought up a question. “Terry, with your dad’s money you could go to college just about anywhere. What are you doing living in the dorm at a small college like Governor’s State?”“It’s my dad’s alma.