It was like a race going down the stairs to the basement, pulling my kicks off, and huffing on them like a d**ggy huffing glue. I would take deep whif...s, inhaling my own foot funk. It got better throughout the year as the sneaks got more and more dirty, and thus more and more stink. My jeans would come off quickly—then flat on my back with dick in hand. Pulling hard on it's massive 9”, well---massive for a freshman, rite ? Pulling with my right fist, with my left arm raised up to the back of my. She thought that it was a generous hug. My hands touched her belly and partly her boobs while hugging. Then I slowly started to press her boobs to which she was angry and asked me to leave the kitchen. Making a sad face I went to the bedroom and sat on the bed. She then came in and asked me what was I trying do? I told her about how I use to fantasize about her and always dream of fucking her. She said that it would be wrong since I was her daughter’s boyfriend. I reminded her that she was no. ‘Why do you say that?’ Though his voice was a little off-hand, distracted. The distraction I used to my advantage, flipping him over so I was on top. ‘Because you do not know what they are capable of.’ While I spoke, I ground myself onto his jean-clad erection. His hands fell to my thighs, moving up—under the towel—to rest on my hips. His fingertips flitted across my butt, brushing lightly and sending goosebumps up my spine. He followed the shiver with a light in his eyes, a playful lust. ‘And. I did take Don's advice and got new servers. The new ones were faster, had more memory and larger hard drives, so upgrading them was a good thing. I had an expert go down there and bring everything on line, and with him there and me here, we were able to copy everything to the new servers that was on the old ones and we still had twice as much space available as we had up here. The wonders of technology shall never cease to amaze me. We did all the switching and copying the day before we left..