"Finally drunk?" She teased me."Maybe. Or maybe I finally smartened up."I pressed my crotch into hers and our hips started swiveling together. This st...ll wasn't a slow song, so we kept it fast. Our feet were gliding over the floor and my hands roamed over her body, especially her tight ass, and she sat on my left thigh, her pussy grinding in. When the music changed to salsa, I held her hand and spun her around the floor.Now I might not be a popular guy here, but I'm pretty well known. This was. Always trying to catch me naked by walking into the bathroom unannounced and other such games. Then I became puzzled about a year ago when you seemed to stop trying to catch me in the nude. That is until one day when Barbara Jackson and Mary Brennan came over to the house to collect things for a church rummage sale. I had invited them into the kitchen for a cup of coffee and then I went in to the basement to get some items I had set aside for the rummage sale. As I walked through the basement I. Fresh out of college with a degree in liberal arts and no career plans, her decision came easily despite the sixteen year age difference. They acquired a modest home near campus and settled in. Twenty-four years later, Donald was chairman of the English Department and Laura still maintained the small but comfortable house they had called home for all that time. Her life was sedate. There were faculty teas and an occasional play or concert on campus, but the two lived quietly. Daughter Lindsey. Her pussy could be described as “Camel toe”, probably because I was the only k** she had, and I was small at birth, so her cute little cunt was never stretched all out of shape and now still looks like that of a much younger girl.After my dad left, it took almost 5 years before she started dating again, nothing too serious, just a few male companions on and off over the next few years.I'm sure that she would get down to some serious fucking with her partners when I stayed over at my mates house.