She always quizzed me on Mike's study habits and partying schedule. Despite her good looks and sexy manner, I never thought of Miss Betty as anything...but my roommie's mom. Nothing close to inappropriate ever transpired between us while Mike was at school.About a year after Mike left school, in the spring of my Junior year, a friend named Bob talked me into driving home with him for the weekend. Like college horndogs everywhere, we talked about the possibility of finding some action back at. “And yes I’m joking about you being older than me. You are older, but you have seen and done more than I have as well.”“Nah, it was just more years of being bored and learning nothing,” I said.“You seem to be doing fine. You are obviously the leader of that do good-er gang,” she said.“Well I’m not the leader of anything, but you are right we are a gang of four of five people who are trying to make a difference. That was Lucinda’s idea though not mine. I have been drifting from one thing to. “Not in the last 30 years,” I responded. “Why?”“I really like Jenkyns’ precis of his life.”“What does it say?”She looked. “‘A young provincial aristocrat came to Rome, fell in love with the wrong woman, was driven to put his passion into verse, and changed the literature of Europe.’”“Yes. That’s good. Where was Catullus from? Padua?”“Verona. Padua is where Petruchio goes ‘wealthily to wive.’”“Well, Verona’s another part of Shakespearean Northern Italy,” I said.A few days later, I’d straightened. Maine usse pucha toh usne kaha kuch nahi wo sharam se kuch bata nahi paa rahi thi mere bahut insist karne par usne bataya Sunte hiMaine 1 reaction mein dettol lya aur usko kaha main laga deta hun. Wo kehne lagi nahi main laga lungi fir maine kaha tu ignore kar degi aur main tera bhai hun. Kaafi kehne ke baad usne apna towel upar kiya Kya batau.Main to dang reh gayi uski chut 1 dum pink aur uske upar cut laga hua tha maine jaise hi wahan chua wo machal gayi aur kehne lagi tu rehne de main jaan.