She'd been widowed many years ago and my late mother had mentioned disapprovingly that she had had a "fancy man". Maggie had clearly been a very glamo...ous woman in her youth as she often talked about places she'd been to and the people she'd met. She reminded me of Bridget Bardot, old but still had an underlying attractiveness. "My legs are killing me" she said as we sat with our cups of tea on the sofa. "What's up with them" I said taking her empty cup out to the kitchen. "Varicose veins, kill. I wish I could say she was a hottie, but she was not. Average. Average size boobs, a little chubby, her pussy was not trimmed but was not too hairy. She stood there and as we stared at each other my cock grew hard in my shorts. "Well sorry about this, my k**s are used to me being naked around them. Did not think about it with you till I saw...well you seem to like what you see." Mrs. Thomas stammered as she looked me up and down stopping at my crotch. "You know that is a compliment, when a man. It hadn't taken all that long to discover that the humans had executed a wholesale massacre upon my people. The few that we had found alive, were more like wild savages living off what they could scavenge, breeding with no discretion, producing off spring that were far below even what the humans considered standards for intelligence.My troops and I had pulled no punches hitting the humans with everything we had at our disposal, but to no avail. Then the real horror began as the humans began to. Standing beside her at her desk, trying to show her how to work a new program I’d written, I leaned over and put my hand on her shoulder. I felt her stiffen, and slightly pull away, as though the feel of my skin against her repulsed and disgusted her. I quickly pulled my hand back and tried to hide the flush of shame and self-hate that filled my face. I never tried to touch her again.Back at the bar, Celeste and I got stinking drunk over the next four hours. Beers and shots and slammers, empty.