So it's a couple of days later and I get home late from work, having pulled two overtime-shift days back to back. I'm just about ready to zonk out, bu... it's "Taxi" night, and I missed this episode the first time around. So I plop myself down on the couch, stretch out with a couple of pillows behind me and turn on the tube.It's the one where Elaine, the one woman cabbie, is hosting some hoity-toity party for the folks she works with at the art gallery or something. She's got Alex over at her. And his grades began to suffer. Mason College has a policy. Student-athletes must maintain a minimum 2.0 GPA otherwise they can’t play. It doesn’t matter if they’re male or female. I didn’t want to see Tyrone get cut from the football team. So, I spoke to my friend, Academic Support Advisor Nancy Trey about the problem. Nancy Trey is an older lady with silver hair. A firebrand who joined Mason College from Harvard twenty years before my time. She ran the Academic Support Center, which helped. There were no boundaries for happiness.They left for the village next day. And my fingers began to savor the ecstasy for the same afternoon. But this time I dare to keep my entire palm on her waist and take it in my hand. A fear took over me. it took me a week before it became a routine for me to keep my hand on her waist in the day and night when she is asleep.Slowly my fear was replaced by the boldness. I used to keep my palms entirely and felt that I have taker her waist. But within the next. I spread my knees far apart and before I could open my mouth to call him, Monty was licking his way up my thighs, closer and closer, higher and higher, until finally, that long tongue slid from my gaping ass hole up to my sopping wet cunt. I grabbed fistfulls of the sheets and cried out and he, taking the hint, licked my clit madly, sloppily, his tongue slipping inside me just enough to make me tremble and my hips buck. Up, up, up, I begged, patting my stomach. Oh shit, Monty, fuck me now, oh.