"Pete, believe this then. You know I went to university and joined a fraternity. I went to the Homecoming Day a year after Fran left. I went because I...found out my frat brother lived in the same city as she. I met him at the frat house and asked if he knew Fran. He said he worked with her brother. During the next five years he played cupid between the two of us. I would ask how Fran was doing and often Tom would send me pictures of the brother and always a picture of Fran would be in it."As the. The SMS could mean that she probably ordered food and invited some friends.I parked and wiped my face with a wet tissue. Then I braced myself for ‘Happy birthday’ shouts since they would all be waiting inside, just behind the flat door. Alas, nothing! The door opened slightly, and my wife quickly walked back into the kitchen. The lights were off, and a single scented candle was glowing on the table. I went to the bedroom and changed quickly. The bed was well made.I was still. "Time to clean up, Junior. Me first."I took his cock into my mouth, savoring the taste of his juices mixed with Vickie's. I sucked and licked until it was all gone, then went to work on my wife. I licked all around her pussy and ass, getting all the juices I could find, then zeroed in on her opening. She did a little flexing thing with her internal muscles, and a big glob of semen came oozing out. I licked it all up, not stopping until there was none left. In the process Vickie reached another. And then there was her cousin, Steve Taylor, from her father's side of the family. He was sixteen when he started at UNLV, a math major, starting a few months before her grandfather had died.She'd learned the hard way about the lies that universities told. No one had mentioned to her, until just weeks before she presented her thesis, that she had no future in astronomy. There were thirty or forty applicants for every job, and most of the successful applicants had built up friendships to grease.