I would go down to the dorm’s basement laundry room to wash my clothes. I frequently would take books with me to study and would sit in the laundry ...oom. I watched girls coming and going with their laundry. I dawned on me that they would have panties in their wash load, so, when I was alone, why not check it out? At first, I would take a dry load of a girl’s clothes out of the drier to empty it for my use. This was the common custom in the laundry room. Checking out the load’s contents, as long. Roosevelt. Starring sending me pics of my wife at the party. the first few where just people having a good time .when it was pics of Dina going up to a room with different black man.Roosevelt show me about three pics of my wife with at least three different cocks in her mouth. In just about every picture my wife is looking directly at the camera with her beautiful blue eyes, and a look of pure Ecstasyl on her face. I ping of jealousy hit me she never had that look while blowing me. the pictures. I got the mirror and put it to right angle to seeing what are the flies doing.There was three of them brownies whom walked around my pussy lips and evidently tried to suck moisture of my urine? I started to get more and more aroused.I raised my both legs up to seat by hook beside me and I got better view to my scrotch. My vagina hole did open a while and flies attacked to explore my pink flesh eagerly. There came one by one more of them to buzzing and tickle. They found my pee-hole. I helped. Or so. With a normal short haircut. Very athletic too. I played basketball, football, and track. And it was evident with my build.She was 17 and white. Tall too, about 5' 9", about my weight, but I didn't care. She was friendly and a junior in high school. Smoked cigars, weed, and drank. I avoided those things. Icared more about sports than all that nastiness. But, it all worked out. In both of our favors.DAY 1."Oh man! Am I looking fresh or what with these shorts?" I said to my friend as we.