‘Sometimes I think only certain people can come here, and only if Callie lets them.’ She was silent for a moment and then shook her head, chucklin.... ‘Listen to me. I think I’ve had too much wine.’ I gave a quiet laugh and nodded as though I agreed. The idea was too far-fetched to take seriously, but it seemed plausible at night in King’s Bay. One night as I getting ready to go see Callie the next day, my parents called. I’d been talking to them every week or so since coming out to California.. When it was over, she took my hand and walked to the jukebox in the corner.She glanced at the songs available and said, "Why are you so nervous?" My first time," I managed.She chuckled, a deep throaty laugh. "Your first time here, or the first time dancing with a woman?" Here," I choked out.She put her arm around my waist, dropped a few quarters into my hand and said, "Relax and pick something nice to dance to. I like holding you close."Without thinking, I chose Roberta Flack's The First Time. Ever so often, she’d wiggle her ass, as I’d thrust up into her. She always felt fucking amazing, and I was ready to cum. We were young and stupid then, practising pull out, and blow a load on her tits, ass or sometimes face. I just announced that I was about to cum, when Jin, let out a moan. Eve, still riding me, caught Jin, with one hand up her shirt, and one down her pants. “You little pervert, staring at us like that!”” Eve abmonished Jin. “I”m cumming!” I said, as my first load shot into. It was very obvious in America, but it was just as bad all over the world. Those things that had established or held countries together were pounded by the 'politically correct' until there was no common ground anywhere. Societies fell apart because there were no common goals and purposes."Manners dropped out of society. It started when you were young with something very simple - litter. People didn't care where they left their trash. Any celebration, entertainment event, even religious service.