As my eyes focus, I see a younger guy underneath their table, on the floor. That's strange, I think. Why is he on the floor underneath that table? The... my eyes focus a little better and I realize he is sucking the guy's cock! And I mean right there where everyone can see! Holy Shit!! I realize it's a gay bar. I had no idea! I feel my stomach sinking. Suddenly I'm scared. I thought we were just going to talk about the other night. The bartender brings us drinks. Mine is a daiquiri with a penis. Perhaps Ms. Schaefer could give me a clue.The Fall Festival was a big deal for the town, it seemed. I saw banners and newspaper stories talking it up to the locals. The location of the dance was in a large, open, round-topped building about the size of an aircraft hangar. Not quite as tall, but easily capable of holding three or more basketball courts. What it was built for, I did not know, but with building of that size I guessed they would be expecting a big crowd.I had a nice blue suit I. I watched Ned’s face tighten as he shot his spunk down Anita’s throat.Her anus tightened around my dick as he came in her mouth.She slurped away and licked Ned's cock clean. My sexy wife then focused only on Carl’s hard dick, as she sucked on it.Ned sat down breathing hard, saying my wife was a nice cocksucker.Carl then looked at me asking my permission to fuck my wife`s wet cunt.Anita giggled, telling him that only she could allow him to do that.She moaned as I gave a couple of hard pushes. I walked up to our little shanty. My heart was in my throat. It had always been a happy place, full of peace, joy and love. Now it was an abandoned wreck, much like my life. There wasn’t anything inside, but a litter of cheap whisky bottles; no doubt left by squatters seeking a handy place to drink. In many ways, the desolation of that place was a perfect analogy for my soul.Molly was nowhere to be seen. I didn’t expect her to be there. She had to live somehow. I had no idea where she was. But.