The residences were co-ed, and he had a few friends. Most were his fellow students, who appreciated working together with him to finish their assignme...ts. Some of them were female, and some of these really liked Jiri, liked him a lot.But Jiri could see that they only wanted him for his brains, which seemed to him like an unsound basis for a relationship. How can you have a good relationship if the only thing you have in common with your partner is some smarts? He hoped that, one day, he would. I usually then got up and went back downstairs and made myself a cup of tea. Sitting at the kitchen table sipping my green tea I thought about what happened this morning. I opened my robe, got up and looked at myself in the mirror. I probably look better now then when I was eighteen. I just stood their looking at myself. I was a petite five foot three with straight blonde hair just past my shoulders. I had a tight body from all the working out and was a 36 c. Something, I don’t know. "His name is Brent. But my friends only call him Beard. High school nickname," CJ told me. "What does he want?" Heather there? Beard asked, about an hour ago." Quit ignoring me! He sent, about ten minutes ago." You suck! Beard sent just now," I read out loud, laughing."Yes, Heather is still here. Leave me alone. I'm busy trying on her clothes!" I texted back, hitting Send as CJ scrambled to grab the phone from me."Oh! You crazy girl!" CJ yelled, laughing. "Alright. This should be fun," he. There would be no more sterile masturbation forher. Nothing could satisfy her now but the son she loved.She had to have him and she had to have him now. She would act while hercunt was still hot for him. She would act in spite of the taboo of herlust. Nothing was beyond her now.Pulling her hand out of her pussy with a loud slurp, Sheila left theshower and dried her naked body. Teetering on the brink of acunt-melting orgasm, the horny woman tiptoed down the hall toward hersixteen-year-old boy's.