"Do it hard."I did but didn't last long. I pulled out and came on her stomach."I guess that's fucking. I liked it too. I like anything you do." We don...'t have much time. We need to wash you off and get back."We hurried and made it with ten minutes to spare."Do you have time to come in?"I squeezed her hand. "Sure. We have a few minutes."I sat in the dorm lounge with her. We held hands. She didn't seem to be showing me off. She seemed that she wanted to touch."I'm really looking forward to this. There is only one left reasonably close to where I live and I occasionally visit still these days.The other method of contact I used was gay/bi dating on line and by phone, these are also quite good as you can make contact with guys in the local area. And this is where this current story comes from. I regularly used a phone contact line for gay and bisexual people attempting to get contacts and arrange meetings, which was on occasion successful but not very often, many time wasters just out for. I didn't know what to make of it but I knew that I had enjoyed the feeling of another persons hand on my tender, swollen breasts and God forbid what I was thinking but if she wanted to I would let her do it again. I turned out the light and rolled over, away from Bill, and put my hand underneath my nightgown and in between my legs and for the first time in more than twenty years I masturbated while my husband was sleeping not two feet away.Three weeks passed and I had almost forgotten about the. My pleasure."I was looking everywhere but at Susan now. She sat there as if waiting for me to say something. The problem was I just didn't know what to say or do, my mind was blank.She was looking at me, then suddenly, as if she had made a decision... allowed me an out."You know, after our wine comes, perhaps we could go somewhere else. I think we would both be far more comfortable out of this formal dress and in some casual things. Don't you?" Uh... well, I'm not sure where we could go. I....