I noticed the barista had pulled two shots and dumped them both in. I’d leave a bigger tip next time I was in.There’s a big church a few blocks aw...y from campus and in the half-light of dawn I made my way there. I don’t know what kind of church it is, but it’s big and has lots of stained glass windows. Maybe it’s Catholic or Lutheran. The Baptist churches back home didn’t have stained glass. The doors were unlocked, but I didn’t see anybody around when I went in. I found a seat in the middle of. I closed my eyes and relaxed, letting my muscles do the work. It was over in a matter of seconds. I opened my eyes and reached for the paper in my shorts before ever looking down at my feet. Then it blasted my nose and I couldnt help but turn and look, there was a giant log I had just produced and for some weird reason I felt kinda proud of myself. I ended up wiping myself on all fours, head down, butt up while the wind brushed over my naked lower half. I had a new sense of freedom after. I enjoy occasional visits here and a handful of friendships based on sexual interests. Yes; that began coincidentally or accidentally really. I happened to have had sex outdoors with my husband and to have been observed by a rather sweet elderly man who was walking on the same footpath. He was a widower and became aroused. Subsequently we became friends and I saw him masturbate in front of me one day; it excited my interest in stranger sex. We developed this and a female friend likes to have. He frowned at the paper, shook it and closed it, and placed it on the countertop, turning to lean on it and looked at his wife. For a moment, he simply looked, as if she was wearing jeans and a jumper. And then he realised something was different. He looked down at the two creamy mountains vying for his attention, at the little curved belly, and at the barely-there drift of lace hardly covering his wife’s “personal area”. He couldn’t ever call it anything else. A creeping blush rose on his.