I expected the house, room and the old women to smell like bengay harbor all kinds of things I couldn't touch. Soon I would find that just like my roo... nothing in the house I would stay in was as it seemed. The very first night as I lay in a giant four poster bed slipping into sleep something brought me awake. The sound of moaning reached my ears, so for a long moment I lay still and accessing the sound. At first it did sound like someone was in pain but very soon I realized that it was. 2-3 years into our relationship, our sex life had started to become a little scripted. We both were dying for some excitement, but I never realized that she wanted it more than I did. She had started a new job and was glad to be working again after a 5 month period of unemployment. She works at a large campus style facility, and one day while it was raining an older gentleman saw her running across the campus and offered her a ride on the golf cart. She gladly accepted and thanked him by. Mmm."I could do nothing but take it. Her tongue was long and she knew how to use it. Not only would she tongue fuck my slit, she would lock her lips onto my clit and suck it like she did my nipples. I quivered and wanted to cum so badly. I needed to get off. When she used her thumbs to spread my already upward tilted pussy and flicked her tongue inside, I orgasmed!With the socks snuggly crammed in my mouth, all I could do was rock my hips and try to give off a mumbled scream,. But I can only blame myself. I let it happen.I arrived on campus for my first year of University rather unschooled, socially. I'd slipped through high school practically unnoticed. I had a small circle of friends, but that was pretty much it. And my personality didn't help-I'm a conciliator. I don't like confrontation. I back down, hoping to blend into the crowd. Unfortunately, I fell right out of the crowd.I was hoping college would be different. Then, the first week I was there, I met.