I created all new gay dating accounts and was right back at fantasizing again.By this time I had gotten married to my then girlfriend. This adds a lot...of issues that I’ll talk more about later, but it added to the guilt. I also had some guilt regarding the religious aspects. I was still on the dating site and this guy was cruising me pretty hard. We talked for several hours total. I finally decide to meet him in hopes that he might not be as thick as my other friend. I drove to Dunkin Donuts. " I recognized Samantha's cynical tone. "So do you always kiss strange women in bars?" I do if they look like you!" I didn't say I was a saint. I just said that I was married." So if I asked you to take me outside and fuck me in the car..." Sam was off again."She means it, bud." Paul's verbal contribution had up until now been sparse."Are you asking?" The conversation was getting serious. It sounded like Ross was up for fucking my wife. And we had only come out for a quiet drink.Suddenly Paul. As i walked up the stairs to her bedroom I heard loud music I knocked on the door but got no reply so I banged on it she asked who it was and then said come in. As I walked in Jenny was laying on the bed in nothing but a little pair of panties and a t-shirt she had her hand down her panties rubbing her pussy.I looked away and she said dont you like looking I had to admit she was stunning and had seen her in the shower once and went hard in seconds. I asked her to stop and cover up to wich she. At the time I didn't think anything of her response. She and dad were living alone in a three bedroom house so why wouldn't there be room?I found out when I got there that they had redone the house. My dad's HO gauge model railroad had taken over my old room and mom had turned Jerry's room in to her sewing room. The basement was full of junk (stored relics according to my dad) so it looked as if I was going to have to live in a hotel or motel."Oh no" said my mom, "We've worked it out. Jerry and.