I am heterosexual, which according to gay folks, now makes me a homophobe.I am non-union, which makes me a traitor to the working class and an ally of...big business.I am a Christian, which now labels me as an infidel.I believe in the 2nd Amendment, which now makes me a member of the vast gun lobby.I am older than 70 and retired, which makes me a useless old man.I think and I reason, therefore I doubt much that the main stream media tells me, which must make me a reactionary.I am proud of my. My male side was disgusted and starting tofreak out again, which confused my female side. After all, I hadn't hadany doubts in a long time. Marco was the love of my life.The thought simultaneously made me want to vomit and hold him close andnever let go.Now that I realized what was happening, getting a hang of my new thoughtprocess was surprisingly easy, if disconcerting. My female memoriesweren't much different from my male ones, personality-wise. Female mewas even named Jessie. The only. After several strokes Greg said, ‘Roll on to your back.’ As I laid on my back, my penis pointed up, towards my chin. Greg poured oil on my belly and started to massage me again, in large circles. Eventually the diameter of his circles allowed him to reach my cock. He took my cock in his oiled hand and rubbed the length of my shaft slowly. I was now in a state of total ecstasy. I looked at Greg and smiled. He leaned forward and kissed me. Greg was still wearing his boxers, so I hooked a finger. Good thinking Joe. I felt bad for him looking at us... we began to kiss and neck and in a few minutes we were both naked on the couch and I was sucking on Robert's Cock... delicious!Joe sat there and watched but didn't watch. He didn't pretend to ignore us... just focused his eyes somewhere else. I was getting real hot and wanted Robert to fuck me right there on the couch, but he said no, not yet and told me to take him to our bedroom.I led Robert upstairs and into our bedroom, with Joe.