Triggers can come from the strangest places. In this case, it was a large, plastic covered cucumber. There had been many an occasion when she'd slid o...e into her willing cunt. But this wasn't one of them.Once more she pushed sex from her mind, or so she thought. When the final mental sex attack came, she was totally unprepared for it, her defences were down.“Bloody hell, not now, can't your horny cunt wait just one hour for his cock?” The woman chastised herself as the familiar itch in her. I am Suganya. Your son’s wife. Your daughter-in-law ”He was shocked! He quickly withdrew his penis from me. He turned me on my back to face him. He positioned himself between my thighs over me and said, ” Suganya??? How did you come here to this room? Oh God! I seem to have made a terrible mistake. I am so sorry — I could not see in this darkness. I thought that you were my wife. But Suganya, it was my wife, who was supposed to be sleeping here in this room. How come you have come and slept. The girl packed all her jeans and sweaters, her Nikes and her boots, her dildoes and thongs along with her black lace teddies and drove there in her three-year-old Mustang, wrote a check for the first semester's tuition plus room and board and felt very proud of herself. There were not many 17-year-olds who could do what she had just done she was sure.She registered for the basic freshman load of sixteen credit hours and headed toward the bookstore with a long list, drawing admiring stares. He told her he might be able to work something out but not yet. She was thrilled in hearing he was sincere about her and in hopes of their being together. Still she was uncertain anything would develop given the circumstances of their meeting. Yet she hoped… ‘You know I could always come up there and take an apartment until we find out if there’s a chance for us, to learn more about each other. At least we could see each other, if you’d like that.’ He did like it but he felt he was in a trap.