Football was his way out to him. I considered his life and compared it to my own. He had a drive and pain from a source I may never understand. It mad... me feel grateful for the life I had.He started asking me questions about my life. What my parents did, what music I liked. Eventually we got on the subject of dating. He told me about his crazy ex. She burned his football cleats. He asked about my boy friend. I awkwardly explained I didnt have one, and didn't really date. He was surprised by. Two minutes later, exactly the time at which the meeting was scheduled to start, Diane opened her door and walked past me without a glance, striding off to the meeting.I figured I now had until the meeting ended to pack up my things and run for my life, but I couldn't make myself move. Belatedly, I thought about the pussy that I had just licked, my mind whirling to process the sensory data, since I had not gotten a clear look, as absurd as that seemed. Soft, downy blonde hair, trimmed. I begin by teasing the the brown around her nipples. They can’t get any harder so I cup her tits. Covering them with oil. I start to rub her stomach as her breathing increases. I work my way down to the tops of her legs. She squirms. Perfect she has the same tickle spots as her daughter. “Oh” she moans as she thrusts up“I have your tickle spots but I might not use it against you Lori”“Might not?” and then she grabs my ass and pulls my vag onto her mouth. I spread my legs and lower down onto her. It had been a wild and memorable semester that began with Jennifer and Mary Beth competing for my affection and the goal of a monogamous relationship. Most guys would think it would be awesome to have two girls seriously competing for them, but it was really an awful, stressful mess. The sex itself was great, but the emotional turmoil was not.Jennifer, upon hearing Mary Beth and I fucking through my bedroom door, had stormed out of my house and ended the competition, screaming for me to ‘go to.