He just... accepted it. In fact, I hadn't gotten flack from a single one of the boyfriends of the girls I'd fucked. I just chalked that up to the casu...l, hook-up culture that pervaded college campus. Most relationships didn't last more than a few weeks if they started at all.Not much incentive to when you could just find someone on Tindr with a few swipe of the fingers.“Lucky guy,” the male clerk (I choose his line for a reason) said after he rang up my condoms, snapping me out of my. I tried to pry a little more information out of him but he stayed mum and just kept saying, "You'll see."I had two more beers and had to go take a piss. When I wobbled back to the bar and sat down I noticed a funny look on Ray's face. Then a hand reached around from behind me and squeezed my dick through my pants.I jumped and whirled around on my barstool. There was this skanky looking broad who was maybe old enough to be my mother. (I shoved that thought WAY down into my subconscious as she. “Damn, Melinda,” he groaned. “Goddamn, you’re going to get me in so much trouble.”I winked at him.“Fuck, suck that cock. I’m going to dump my cum down your throat. You want it, don’t you? God, all you schoolgirls are such whores these days. Yes, yes, flouncing around in your short skirts and tight jeans. Shit.”I thrust two fingers into my pussy, frigging myself as I loved his cock. He deserved this. I put my all into blowing him. My left hand gently massaged his balls. I felt his nuts twitching. We slept very well that night.We were up the next morning just before sunrise and had finished breakfast when Mr. Hickey arrived at our front door. He was able to do that since we had left the small personnel gate in the front fence open for the last few days.“Good morning, Mr. Hickey,” I said, on opening the front door.“Good morning,” he said but seemed distracted. The reason becoming apparent in his first question.“How did you do that?” he demanded.“How did we do what?” I asked, unsure of.