I put “cottage” in quotes because it was actually a house. Despite my separation from campus, I had managed to make a friend, Miriam, and had been...to her family’s house, which actually looked like a cottage compared to my new home.Ostensibly, my parents put me in the cottage because, although not famous, my family name was known in certain circles, and they were concerned that other students or staff might try to take advantage of that fact. I’m not stupid, though. My isolation was to keep me. " Literally the name (and the first line) translates to "my daddy was a wandering man," but it gets rendered in English as "I am a happy wanderer." I sang it in German; it's the original, and I don't much care for sloppy paraphrased translations. But I soon quit; my voice, I realized, however (I hoped) alluring to human audiences, was scaring off all the wildlife within hearing distance, and that was no fun. I also stopped tromping along quite so noisily, for the same reason.And I was soon. They were really curvy. She brought her lips closer to mine and we had an amazing kiss. We both were smiling after breaking the kiss to catch our breaths.Things got steamy and I picked her up to her bedroom. Placed her softly on the cushion and started kissing her all over her. I loved to kiss her neck and then bite it gently. She started going wild and was moaning. I did love her navel. Her curves were amazing I couldn’t control myself from unhooking her blouse to reveal the lavender color. Her mouth felt amazing. Was amazing.I would have such a huge orgasm. Just pump her full of all that cum brimming in my balls. She would drink it down. This wasn’t a fantasy, but reality. She worked those lips up and down my dick, sucking hard on the way up, her cheeks hollowing.“Damn,” I groaned, the pleasure rushing through me. “Goddamn, Mom, that’s ... You’re ... Fuck!”She whimpered around my cock. Her tongue danced. She caressed me with her passion. It was amazing to feel. Just a treat. I.