I felt so judged by everyone, but then it clicked. They don't care. I realized then what my issues were. I had no problem enjoying another man, I just...felt like everyone else did. I was holding myself to the jokes of my youth. Calling each other gay as an insult. Telling another guy to suck my cock was degrading to them. It was all bullshit. Adam said it, "It's no big deal, it's college, it doesn't matter so long as you enjoy it". I snapped back to our conversation and told him yes, with a sly. She'd always had a thing for older men, and when they met she was a mere sixteen years old, sneaking around behind her parents back to see Jack. Though he was against it, he couldn't be without his little skoolgirl at the time.For twenty-one years their sex life had been wonderful. Linda had always been highly sexual, and Jack matched her until recently. His drive seemed to drop down to nothing these past months. She could remember when public sex, dressing up, anal, oral, and teasing were all. Both had long, greasy hair and smelled of the road: sweat, exhaust fumes and stale beer."Thank you," Pauline said and tried to brazenly walk away from the bikers, gripping her bag and walking purposely for the exit."Oh you can thank us better than that hun," the biker growled, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her back.Pauline tottered on her heels and came to rest with her back to the mirrors; her butt hard up against counter. The restroom was deathly quiet and she could hear the taps. I needed more from her so I asked for a real one. She was also high and accepted immediately. Then I tried to arrange a meeting in my friend’s room but it didn’t work. So I booked an OYO room a bit far from our locality for safety reasons.The next day, we met at a particular location and checked into the room. Once we entered the room, I hugged her tightly and kissed her face (chin, forehead, nose, and lips). I lifted and took the married marwadi lady to the bed and kissed her for almost 15.