I feel. bad about this but can’t stop doing it.

I rent a room to a young male student, just for the sex. I don’t have to do it for the money because my late husband left me well and I don’t have to worry about it for the rest of my live.

This is my second student, the one I had for five years had graduated and moved back to his home town. From week two I invited him into my bedroom and he never slept in his own since.

For the second, I asked him some simple questions to know if he has a girlfriend at home and if he has any experiences with sex if he doesn’t. I see in his face he’ feels a bit ashamed for my questions but I told him it’s my way to find out what kind of young man he is.

When we agreed I told him to accept I don’t want any student visiting his room.

When he moved in, it was a peace of cake for me to get the young man into my bedroom and gave him an hour of breathtaking sex moments he never forget.

Learning the young student is something I’m good at and make him my sex provider any time I need for. This student has a endless stamina but I let him because during the day, when he’s in college, I can recover because I’m not to intent to stop him if he wants me again.

Widow, 66 year old (and a bit of chubby).