So go ahead. And when the war is over and you come home, hopefully, your wild oats will have been depleted, and mine also. I will take you back under ...ne condition. You will tell me, in lurid detail, about each and every time you fuck. That’s right! I said fuck! I’ve learned a whole new language since I started working at the truck plant. I know you know all those dirty words, and quite frankly, they turn me on. To be fair, I will do the same for you. It may take me some time, but I will do it.. Bear in mind that we have all stood where you are now standing and been through the same rituals as you are facing. Do not feel embarrassed about the copious threads of pre cum hanging from your semi erect cock. Just take your finger and gather it up and consume it as nothing goes to waste here at the Red Barn wanking club as you will discover.” I twisted my pre cum around my finger like spaghetti around a fork and licked the body fluid off as instructed. My cock leaped to 95% erect as I. She looked me dead in the eyes but she didn't look angry. She wasn't smiling either. She grabbed my hand and started walking toward the back of the bar. I knew I was about to get an earful. When we got to where it was quiet enough to talk I thought she'd stop but she kept walking me further into the back of the building until we came to the bathroom door. She looked around and went in, pulling me in with her. The bathrooms in this bar were private, single use facilities with locking doors. Once. "We shouldn't do that," I said after our kiss broke, but my body betrayed me, and my arms remained around her waist."I know, but I've been lonely, and I do enjoy the attention," she seemed to be holding an internal debate.She had told me earlier about how she and her husband worked opposing schedules, and the only time they spent together was in sleep. How her opinion on kids had come full circle, and having had two previous abortions and a sterile husband, she was worried that she'd never have.