Without thinking about it, I found myself making my way toward Hanson's, one of my old college haunts. I guess I was about to drink some beer, just li...e old times. Muscle memory doesn't fade. A few doors down from Hanson's, I noticed that someone had scrawled a "Gay Power" slogan on the sidewalk. I reflected back on my attitude and that of my friends when we were students. Homophobic is the word to best describe us then, I think. As I continued on, I reflected upon the maturation of my opinion. As Omar slid all his length in Helen groaned loud Oh yessss, Omar took it steady at first going slowly as Helen smiled up at him, Helen's pussy was soaked you could hear the sloppy sounds as his black cock drove in and out of her. Omar pulled fully out then drove straight back in making Helen take all his length in one go and then started to increase his speed he was fucking her, Helen was making groaning sounds each time Omar's cock drove home, Helen's tits bounced as Omar increased his pace. Having fallen into that trap many years ago, I wisely responded, "You are both beautiful in your own ways." That brought a hug and a kiss from both girls. (Another alarm bell was ringing somewhere.)I opened the wine and we drank most of the first bottle before dinner. I told them all about my three week trip to the west coast, the ups and downs of that type of journey and then asked Sarah if she would tell me about herself. She went on to relate how, ever since eighth grade, the boys in her. “So, I’m giving you,” pause for effect. “Homework!” Groans and grand ‘why me’ gestures all round. “Wait for it, wait for it!” I quietened them, trying to hide my smile. “And I want it on my desk,” another pause to build up tension, “next Friday morning in class.” Stunned silence all round. Next Friday was the last day of school for the Year 12s; also known as Muck-Up Day. They would party all night Thursday, drinking alcohol and setting up practical jokes for the rest of the school to see when.