I was a virgin until a little while ago.”She interrupted, “No shit! You are my second then and pretty damn good for a beginner. Can you stick arou...nd after dinner and stick it in me again?” That was accompanied by a sexy hug in her light bathrobe. He was wearing one of her late husband’s she hadn’t given away. He nodded and they had some damn good leftovers. His own cooking was sustaining but not very tasty.It was late by the time they finished fucking so she urged him to stay over and he spent. I was shocked, and bluntly asked him if he’d ever been with a man. Roger smiled and told me that he’d never had sex with anyone, male or female, but felt attracted to both sexes. Another stunner for me. I didn’t know that someone could be bisexual AND a virgin. Wow! Promptly I changed the subject, and quizzed Roger about life at Carleton University, a school I was considering transferring to once I graduated from Algonquin College. I’ve heard great things about the criminology program at. You see it was bad enough to feel guilty about jerking off but then to start fantisizing about guys while doing it! ‘Whoa!’ That was just too much! But once I moved away, it was so much easier to come out of my closet. First out of the one in my head and then out in the real world. My flat was right near a big city park where lots of joggers bopped on by. They used to put on quite a show. It wasn’t just the ladies either but the guys as well. This one trio of men always caught my eye. They. She was weak and disoriented. Her pussy ached with that oh so familiar feeling. Her hand trailed down and touched her clit. An electric shock went through her. Her clit was too sensitive to touch. Using John’s hand as a crutch, she rose to first one leg then the other. John caught her as she weaved. What just happened, she thought. A man I never saw fucked me while my husband watched. I’m covered in jizz and stink of sex. Yet John is smiling lovingly at me. She let him guide her to her lawn.