I never really talked to her while she was just a coworker, but she became department head after her first year of teaching, over coworkers that had a...ready made tenure like myself. Now, two months into her second year, I was finally getting to know her; she was every bit as big a bitch as my friends made her out to be. She had transgressed my boundaries and I hated her for it, but there was no way I was going to let others know that I was assaulted by a four-foot-eleven woman. I thought I. She was shorter than I expected, and a little meatier, too. Her face showed a few lines of age around her mouth and eyes. But I looked past all that, and saw the woman I'd connected with so well online. I guess you might call her a "MILF," even though she didn't have any kids. The luggage carousel groaned into life, and soon bags and suitcases began to appear. Jenny took my hand and held it until my own luggage appeared. We kept turning to each other, smiling and telling each other how much we. Her face was directly over her dad's hairy loins now and she played her hand back and forth on his ever-hardening penis. Her lips were a bare inch away from the tip and she opened her full-upped mouth to exhale softly against it, her hot breath flowing around the bulbous end with a warm maddening slowness."Ooooh my God, suck it, suck it now, baby," she heard her father groan wildly below her. His obscene words excited her, and her response was immediate.Her tongue flicked out, the tip coming. I was totally unprepared for what I found on our arrival. There must have been close to fifty boys in the small apartment many of which I recognized from around campus."Good God! I can't fuck this many guys!" I thought.A loud cheer went up as I entered the room; it was too late to back out now.A drink was placed in my hand and I was hustled into the bedroom, which had been setup for the event. The only piece of furniture in the room was a large double bed carefully covered with a protective.