”He didn’t receive any reaction to his words at all. He didn’t let that perturb him in the least though as he carried on, his ever-present exube...ance still in place. How much of it was real and how much a façade, I wondered?The company started to make their way towards the dungeon. The conversation was stilted amongst the members as everyone couldn’t wait to reach the destination.We arrived at the entrance of the dungeon in short order and were greeted by the sound of a crowd. A crowd that had. He swapped between passionate kisses and sucking, licking and biting her breasts and nipples. I heard Sally yelp in pleasure at least twice as he sucked hard on her breasts.Then he moved down, pulling her into position on the bed. He buried his face into her pussy. Sally throw her head back and enjoyed the feeling of this practical stranger going down on her. After a few minutes, he came back up and repeated his passionate kissing and then sucking and mauling Sally's breasts. Then he went down. A New Age Jewish mother, being gay would’ve been perfectly fine. Very Broadway. Very Hollywood. She passed 20 years ago. I’m still not really convinced that she bought into my marriage, at 25, to my wife Sarah. Whom she loved just as well. I arrived at McGill at age 18, at the end of August, 1978. An awkward kid and still every bit the math nerd that I’d always been. Socially awkward at a time when the “free love” generation was reaching its peak. Thanks to mom, I had a single room in Molson. It had come over the walls of their cart while they’d been man-handling the rickety wooden wagon. The man tossed it over, but It flopped onto the top of the cart’s rail before falling back down against the outside rails lifelessly. The man swore and shoved it up even harder. “Cart’s getting’ full ... agin.”“Last house,” the man on the left echoed the other’s own words back. “Be enough room for what we find inside, I reckon.”“Hope so, Kalem,” the man on the right shuddered. “I don’ fancy dumpin’.