I even like her Ex and his boyfriend Vasily, but I didn’t meet them until Freshman year at UT.Monday, Terry flew in, prepared to stay for a couple o... days, and we spent Monday and Tuesday hammering out exactly what I wanted to offer to prospective students. We would offer a STEM based scholarship for up to eight full years with some provisos.The scholarships would go to kids who had the grades and a recommendation from their school or a qualified counselor at the college; and who could not. So I walkeddownstairs to sit on the couch to wait for her to get home. Well 7:00 came and went and my sister wasn't home yet. Finally at 7:30the doorbell rang. I knew it had to be my dumb sister, she must haveforgotten her key. So I got up and walked to the door and opened it, andin my best girl voice I said "it's about time you got her, I was soworried." However to my surprise it wasn't my sister. It was a boy. Hetold me he was sorry for being late and if I still wanted to go out forthe. The hot puffs of her breath punctuated with sweet, squeaky gasps in my ear urged me onward. Our bare thighs bumped together awkwardly as I drove my forefinger into the sloppy wet crevice in the shadow below the patch of dark fur where her legs came together near the floor. Spongy sounds joined the chorale of our moaning, over which our control waned, despite my parents presence in the living room, barely 30 shaku from us. "Oh...Ayumi...ohhhh..." she whispered in my ear. The throes of an orgasm. Myva turned and headed toward the bar, grumbling to herself.She planted her elbows on the slick wood of the bar and propped her face up in her hands, looking miserable. Bemma, a large woman, not fat, but tall and with boobs the size of a small woman's head, came to where Myva was holding herself up. She pushed several red curls off her forehead and grinned at the brunette."Another drink?"Myva checked her money pouch on her belt and her face turned sour. She shook her head remorsefully, sighing.