I was alone in the home and he was so attractive. He asked about the problem and took a stool and began checking it. The stool was shaking so he asked...me to hold it. As I hold it. His cock was right in front of my face. I can smell it and it was awesome. I was trying hard to resist it but the desire of a widow who was not touched for more than 2 decades over powered her and I touched his penis and unzipped his pants in a flash. He was shocked and I removed his pants too and he was standing. I watched him through hazy eyes, turn down the bed then come around to me. Very quickly, he undid my shorts and pulled them down around my ankles. He then had me step out of them before pulling my shirt up over my head.Now I was leaning against the bed totally naked and at Joe's mercy. I felt his hands running up and down my spine then my legs before landing on my protruding ass. He pulled my cheeks apart and ran a finger up and down my crack several times. I couldn't do anything to stop. I wouldn't really have to begin my journalism courses until second year so I had some time to think about my future. It was then that I ran into Steve Walters, a teaching assistant in the English department.It took me a couple of months to adapt to college life and understand what was expected of me. That is to say ... nothing. Whether I passed or failed appeared to be of no consequence to anyone other than me and my parents. I was on my own and it was something I hadn't expected. I should. "God cousin, you know how amazing that feels!?" She stammered. I pushed it as deep as it would go, tasting her ass mixed with pussy juice. It was also super tight, but she relaxed and allowed me to stick it as far up her asshole as it would go."We are fucking perverts" she mused with a giggle. I slapped her ass and moved down to her pussy hole. My nose now buried up her asshole. Her tiny puckered hole and her wispy black asshole hairs perfectly tickled my nose. I couldn't believe we were.