Nor had she cut her hair in a stylish manner rather allowing it to grow so that now it would hang, reddish gold and lush, well below her backside. She...had it trimmed to even it and rid it of split ends twice a year.Rather than attend the Central University West Hamlin campus with its steep discounts for local residents; Gloria had been sent, at age seventeen, to Saint Martin of The Lakes College for Women. As one of the few single-sex colleges left in the nation, and one that still adhered to. Megs fingers soon found her white cotton school panties which were already very wet she began to stroke her hairless pussy mound over her soft cotton panties. As she did so she continued to walk towards her parents bedroom door. As she got nearer she noticed the door was slightly ajar. She looked through the gap in the door and was astonished at the sight before her. She had expected that the people involved would be her mother and father. In fact it was her father inside the bedroom and her. It was no doubt that my wife Christine who was prudish wife at home had been a cheating slut both at that damn conference and obviously even at several earlier conferences.A hand under her skirt could be some kind of co-incident and she wasn't the only one who allowed strange hands in unsuitable places during a spouse free party night but to see her mentioned as the baldhead's "Long time friend" felt like a hard hit in my belly. Even the gossip about kinky sex only with her lover fit perfect on. So we bumped each other, hands and lips went to the wrong place, or to the right place in the wrong way… accidentally or not. She placed an elbow in my eye at the same time as she rather forcefully slammed a knee into my belly, and I left an unintentional bite mark on one of her breasts… but eventually we managed to stumble into that ageless position and complete that most primal of acts. It was probably the worst sex I had ever taken part in. It was glorious! But I forgot about Cat and her.