“I know.”“Know what?” I scoffed. “Know that it’s a violation of university housing contract to bang your roomie or that doing so is just a... overall horrendous idea whether it’s against the rules or not?”“He’s not my roommate,” she argued. “He’s my suitemate. We have different rooms and bathrooms and everything.”“It’s still living with him. You share a living space and see him with bedhead and no shirt often enough that it would still be a disaster if things ended badly between you two.”“You. I brought the wine.“Hi Amanda” said Cat leaning in kissing me.Her lips just brushing mine. They were so soft and glistened I couldn’t help look at them. We ate the delicious food, Cat often licking her lips, which caught my eye and sent little impulses to my girl parts. I wanted to dive in and get lost in her shimmering, wet-looking lips.After dinner we opened the second bottle of wine and settled into Pretty Woman and then Dirty Dancing. We enjoyed smiles, laughter and quite a few tears.Cat. Anything, daddy-daddy.” With that she movedboth hands up her thighs and lower stomach. Being upclose I saw the medallion on her navel. The inscriptionon it read. “Eat me.”As our eyes locked emotions swirled and I grabbed herin my arms and kissed her with lips tongue and teeth.Between tongue exchanges she murmured, “God. Oh God,daddy-daddy, oh daddy-daddy. I’ve wanted you evenbefore you married mamma. Oh daddy-daddy. And thatnight you spent at our house with mamma I. If we keep practicing you will know how to act when you start dating girls from school." "Yes Mom. I'd really like blow jobs." "I think we both need to commit to doing this on a daily basis. I'm willing to put in the time to help you, darling, if you are ready. Do you think you can do that sweetie?" Margaret asked as she ran her tongue around the corners of her mouth, lapping up his cum. "Would you like Mommy to help you every day?" "Aaaaaah . . . Ahhh . . . yes, Mom." "Sweetie, you are.