Connor was on his bed, his head on his knees and his hands on his head; crying. He immediately bolted his head up and his face turned red and he got ...p and wiped his face, obviously humiliated. “What’s wrong, Connor?” I asked even though I already knew what was wrong.“Nothing” He said.“Are you sure because I know why you had to move out of your room.” I said“Oh DO you?” He asked, getting a little pissed.“Yeah. I know all about you and Ben.” I said, walking toward him, “Steve told me.”He. " My mental processes were in top gear as I pondered the ramifications. A light went on and the bell went 'ting'. "She must have known him before we spilt; the crafty bitch was cheating on me! And her mother must have known about it. No wonder they tried to stiff me." I began to laugh; it was so long ago now that anything other than laughing would be futile. "I am so pleased that my solicitor went overboard to get me visiting rights with Sarah. That really upset them." I turned to Marilyn. "And. As it happened, she sat next to me and I was rather taken with her. She, too, was a freshman, majoring in dramatic arts, blond, about five four, nice figure and quite cute. Yes, I was interested. I told her I would like to get to know her better so we decided to split from the rest of the group and take a long walk around the campus.We talked about high school, how different college is, dating, all the typical stuff a new couple talks about. The evening was nice, cool, early fall, and I decided. Same bet,” I offered.“Nope, you're too sure of yourself. I'm not taking it. But I hope you are right. I'd love to drill my wife's ass!”“Wouldn't we all,” I replied. Everybody laughed.“What about Sylvie?” I asked Pete.“She already takes it in the ass,” he replied. “But she's like Dawn. She doesn't fuck anybody but me.”“And why is she here tonight?” I asked with a grin.“Good point,” he conceded.“A hundred bucks that I have my dick up you wife's ass tonight,” I offered, grinning.“No bet,” he.