To those times I dedicate this story. PrefaceSandy was nearly thirty before she decided to return to collage. A goal she gave up first to care for her...sister. After that, and for a time, it was work because she liked her work and needed the money. That's also how she felt about collage when she began. Some of that because of the group she supported. Martin was in collage because that was what you did when you graduated. Collage is that higher level of education we strive for or so he'd been. ??!I took hold of her buttock cheeks and stretched them wide. Her asshole was throbbing in and out inviting my attention. Baby oil had flowed down her crack all ready for me. I launched my tongue deep into her crack, lapping at first from top to pussy and back, stopping to savour her asshole and delve deep as my tongue could go writhing around in such a delightful asshole.I grabbed her hips and forced her back onto me, arching her back and giving me even more depth into her asshole. I just. I sit in front of Monica, we start eating dinner. Parents spend a nice time talking about recently watched tv series, favorite dishes and plans for the coming days. Unfortunately, I couldn't focus on food, I still felt Monica's eyes on myself. She behaved completely differently than she used to. Fortunately, the dinner passed quite peacefully. We talked for more than an hour until it was time to take a shower and lie down to sleep. I was curious to see how I would spend the night with Monica. Maybe she'll come up with a way to teach us sooner or later. I for one would love to be able to do it."Joyce quickly swallowed a mouthful of cake to add, "Me, too."Ada and Charlotte passed a look. The communication was clear, although neither said anything aloud. Weirder and weirder, they had both thought.Caitlin and Joyce saw the look, and assumed its meaning. With a grin, Joyce spoke up. "Courtney, one of Matt's wives – you haven't met them yet because they live in Denver – is always teasing.