Je croise des chevreuils, vraiment pas peureux et quelques personnes. J'arrive près du petit lac, je m'assieds pour savourer ce silence qui fait du b...en, je me ferme les yeux et me penche par en arrière pour profiter du soleil. Au bout d'un certain temps, j'ouvre les yeux et vois un homme assis près de moi, je ne l'avais pas entendu arrivé, il me sourit, je lui répond par un sourire- bonjour, je ne voulais pas faire du bruit, vous faire sursauter- c'est correct merci- vous venez souvent ici ?,. We’d head to the local gay bar. It’s the only gay bar in the entire city, so you’ll find even just bi-curious people, or even just straight people, there. I hear it’s great.The girls and I would find a table. One of the girls would get the first round of drinks. I don’t drink so often, but I probably would have a little one. We’d chit-chat for a while, make jokes, poke fun at some of the guys there. At some point, I imagine, a guy would come to our table and ask us to dance with them. He’d be. He pressed his slippery cock harder against her shitter. Her asshole opened and Pam gasped as the boy's cockhead slipped inside."What are you..." Yeahhhh!" The youth buried his cock up her asshole, fucked it deep into her guts. "Ahhhh!"Pam gasped again, hardly aware of what was happening to her, hardly able to believe what she felt inside her."Tight ass!" the boy moaned, twisting and sliding his cock inside her. "Oh, baby, what a shithole you got!" What are you... what are you doing!" Fucking. I was very concerned at this point. Jealousy and worrisome thoughts filled my mind and I wasn’t able to fall back asleep. The next day she was back to her ho-hum attitude. I gave it time before talking to her about that night and was going to bring it up the following Friday. I sat around all day trying to think of how to ask her about that night but before I was home I received the same text about the girls going out for drinks. I protested a bit but she went anyway. Same as before she came.