"Good evening, Susi," Professor Adam Randolph smiled and cleared his throat. "This evening I'll have a cup of the minestrone soup. Is it good? Do you ...ecommend it?" Sure! The chef made it up fresh this afternoon!" Susi said. She liked Professor Randolph. He came in almost every evening, making his little jokes. It was better than the dull simps and the weirdoes and the wise-acre students who thought that they were something because they were at the University and she wasn't.Susi turned and gave. My will power gave out, and I shot my load deep into her bowels. We laid there for a few minutes, and I gently stroked Carolyn's pussy. I felt guilty about fucking her and thinking of Sara, but shit, that's the way it is.We put our clothes on and went home. Carolyn was so happy that we had fucked in the berry field. Carolyn said, "just like a university biology professor to fuck a girl along the railroad track. Sometime you will have to share with me some of the unusual places where you. She began to run but I caught her and pulled her down. Now her sweet bottoms faced me as she continued her struggle. I managed to push up her dress up revealing her kundi (bottoms) I opened her ass to view the asshole and pushed it deep. She gave a roar as it plunged in and I continued to rise and push me then turned her around and separating her thighs with great difficulty entered her pussy. Then suddenly a figure came up It was my uncle I saw he was followed by nine others. He was awed to. Ripley was as loving, affectionate and as horny as ever so I bought whatever she told me.It was about six months after I began noticing her mood swings that it all came undone. It was a Saturday night and we were having a party to celebrate Ripley's promotion to Director of Human Resources. The house was packed with Ripley's co-workers, most of whom I only knew from her company Christmas parties and company picnics so I was keeping a low profile, playing attentive host and letting Ripley bask.