We had some stretches of intense pounding, with hot breath, and sweat rolling off us. But, that may be a story for another time. “And Tommy, you can stay in Mike’s room, it’s right back this way, follow me, nite, nite, Bob,” she said as she beckoned me to follow her down a hallway in the direction of where I had earlier showered. My first college roommate was Mike. His mom came to every home game and usually had one or both of his older brothers with her. She actually had a style about her pleasuring that was different from the frenetic pulsings of a younger, less experienced woman, like those who had been keeping my dick wet at school. I was lost in my thoughts and conscious of my dick actually feeling “tired” for the first time in my life. Nothing close to inappropriate ever transpired between us while Mike was at school.
