Like some runaway machine her new man crashed again and again into her saddle, a wild and wooly wedding of genitals out of control. After her next th...ree cums, like the calm of a river runs past the cascade of exciting rapids, her son began the gentle stokes of a gentleman's fornication.Julie looked at him almost not recognizing the male who had so savagely granted her a truly unprecedented frigging. Yes, he was her son but he was a man who was demonic in his desires for her body. And now. When he had talked himself out, he said, “I must be boring you.”“Oh, please, you must know this is fascinating to a finance student,” and she smiled a wicked smile. It had mischief in it, and he half considered that she had mischief in her.“Tell me, why did you sit with me when the place is all but empty?” He asked.She thought a moment. “That’s a fair question. Since you have been so open with me, I believe you deserve the truth. The fact is, when you look like I do, you can never sit alone in. Of course, that stroked her ego as much as her pussy.So most days she got at least one strange sausage plus her husband who was enjoyed whenever she could get him naked with enough energy for screwing. Saturday was often a catch-up day with him, although if he took off to go do guy stuff she might text one of the roommates who were often available to dick her on a moment’s notice. They could hear the married couple going at it through the wall and had said that they’d beat their meat in. Was she teasing me? Was she really gay? Was I gay? Maybe I was just being naughty in my fantasises frustrated by a lack of attention from anyone. Late that night, we said goodnight and hugged. I forced myself to prolong the hugging, hoping for a goodnight kiss. I was up on tiptoe to get breast to breast with her pushing our bodies close. Disappointingly, she just giggled and politely pushed me away. "Goodnight," she bid and turned and walked along the landing to her room with me, drooling.