But Liz didn’t even spend the nights with me. She would come in to cuddle with me after my last round of pills and then slip away to a different roo... to sleep.That bothered me more than I cared to admit. But she was still racing around all day so I didn’t bring it up to her.My mother and a host of visitors were constantly coming and going. If it wasn’t Rick, Ryan, Brian or Dom, it was Melissa or Skye or Jill. My mother was the constant, however. She flitted about throughout the day, often. I was carefully rubbing my hand over my mom’s hair. Pooja aunty woke at that time. She gave me a smooch. My mom told her to leave her alone with her son. Pooja aunty went out of the room leaving us both alone. I asked my mom why she suddenly wanted to have sex with me. She said, “You have not had sex with me for more than 2 months. I feel very horny looking at you and Pooja have sex every other day. You are the only person I can fuck. I love you my son. Now it is time for some real sex.”Saying. Our first time together turned out to be revealing for both of us. Francine had me screw her tits before dipping it into her depths. She actually had an orgasm while I did it. While I stroked away in her clenched cleavage, held tight with a helping hand from her twin, she'd tweaked her plump nipples, pinching them with every thrust of my shaft. It turned into a special occasion. Francine told me later that it had been the first time that it had ever been that good. It turned out not to be the. "You don't mean..." You need to be introduced into the campus version of that, assuming you want to continue doing that."She laughed. "Of course I want to." We get together right after we get back from church, assuming you attend." Same as you."She didn't attend the same church as me, but the point was made; it was the same.The mixer and the dance went well. We paraded our pledges, Phiggies paraded theirs, and it was like one of those "Coming Out" parties that debutantes in Dallas go through..