"What? All of you are over there? Well, a bunch of us are over here and we've got steaks going on the grill out back. So come on over, I'll throw a fe... more on." An hour and a half further down the road...I have strangers stop me in stores and accuse me of being a drag queen, or a sloppy boxer. I don't wear make-up! My last black eye was in the third grade, for chrissakes! But I do sport these spectacular dark rings around my eyes. Kids I don't know point and laugh at the Raccoon Man.It's not. “I’m not upset or offended. It’s just that…that…Steve, I’m gay,” he said with a rush. “And that’s supposed to be news to me?” I asked calmly, looking him dead in the eye. That pulled him up short. Roger looked shocked. Here’s a guy who had a long military career, making it all the way to full Colonel before he retired. Who made his living now advising politicians and bureaucrats. And who thought that the world had no idea about his proclivities, and would judge him if they did. I was shaking. We went into the booth and my husband sit down and I always sat on his lap for a few minutes letting our eyes get adjusted to the lights. I found a movie of two black guys fucking a little blonde on a bed. I leaned back in my husband's lap asking what he would do if he came home and caught me like that and his face lit up and said drop my pants and start jacking! I gave a little laugh and said well I will have to test you on that one day and leaned back and started rubbing myself, I was already. So after that day he also use to come early and they use to sit on either side of me and play with my little lime size breast and rub my pussy while I use to hold their cocks in my hand and jerk them off. While this thing went on we moved to another house, where I get to meet this neighborhood guy who was 3y senior than me and he was in high school.He liked me in first sight and we became friends. I use to go to his house and hang out in his room, sure enough after couple of weeks he started.