T.'s dorm is across the hall from us, a few doors over. I tiptoed as quietly as I could down the bright hallway, then I just barely poked my head arou...d the corner to take a peek. Conan O'Brien was on TV, and the room was its usual mess, with empty beer cans everywhere. The cue ball from the pool table was wedged between the fridge and the counter, which was covered in Taco Bell wrappers. The whole place smelled like a bunch of old gorditas. Gross.Then I saw him. It was Dirk, the crazy sex. I just sat there. I was still holding my car keys.I wasn't completely stupid. I knew that I'd crossed a kind of line that night. Or maybe it was the last straw. Or maybe she cried like that every time. Maybe she was worse off than I thought. Whatever the case, I knew I'd really done wrong. I just kept picturing her waking down the road, crying.I didn't know why I said the things I said. I don't try to do it. I don't. But there it is.My first year of college, Beth was enjoying her final year of. As he squeezed the last few drops from his cock and made sure they landed on Lisa's forehead, his friend was still pounding away and pinching her clit hard.Lisa was relieved that she could breathe again and that the pain in her nipples was finished, but the mixture of pleasure and pain from her pussy was incredible, so she lifted her head and looked at him through what she could see through her eyes. She reminded him that she wanted his load on her face too. The sight of her face covered in cum. Of course, he was still new at it and somewhat unsure so we only had him drive for short periods, say, thirty minutes or so.We were on our way home from our lake cabin and he had done his turn behind the wheel so he was in the backseat with me as we headed home with my husband, Paul, behind the wheel and Sarah riding shotgun.It was about nine or so, dark and I was nodding in and out of sleep as I dimly saw in the faint moonlight that my son had his hand moving up and down over his middle in an.