”She smiled. “Cool, which dorm are you in.”“Hawthorne.”The smile went away in a heartbeat. “Which floor.”“Um ... third.”“Oh, um, t...at’s like really far from my next class. Maybe some other time.”She walked away and I turned to Sean. “Dude, we’ve got to get out of this dorm.”We spent most of the next two weeks trying to find someone to switch rooms with us, but of course no one was interested. I even asked the blue-haired chick, whose name turned out to be Brianna, if there were any guys in her. "There is nothing happening! NOTHING!" As you wish, baby. Would you let Momma show you something?" She slowly reached her hand back to his chest and laid it there, then began gently rubbing in circles.David took in a deep breath. "Moom," he sighed, "I don't like that. I really don't like it." Hush, baby," she sighed. "Let Momma show you this." And she continued gently rubbing and watched her son calm down at her ministrations. After a couple minutes, she began slowly unbuttoning the flannel. It was the perfect scenario only dirty movies and magazines dared to show and that the housewife dealt in order to supply her in money to help the household and to keep herself amused given the fact she was a widow.“Ahhhhhh! Gentlemen! Fuck me! Fuck me!”Serge admired the housewife’s rear end as his piston entered the most prized intimacy of hers. His large experience at the sexual arts was enough for him to know how to handle with that amazing ass of Bella. His hands touched the brunette’s bum. It took a few weeks for them to find out she was just as smart as me and not into their little petty teasing and middle school putdown bullshit. At some point she sat next to me and found I did not give her any crap like the others. From then on she sat beside me on the bus, but never said more than a few words to me. At the time I thought it must be fate giving me a break. Now that I am older, I see that it was fate screwing her over. I actually felt guilty for a few seconds as I remembered.