‘The boys I’ve dated just want to see my cunt and have a quick feel to satisfy themselves, then telling their friends, ‘I had Angel&...8217;s twat last night,’ or for me to give them blowjobs, and that leaves me so frustrated.’‘Ok, ok, I want you to tell me what else is troubling you,’ not taking his eyes from mine.‘I, I, I began stuttering.‘Angel, whatever it is, it can’t be that bad, surely,’ although he had a good idea what was. Next day onwards we started chatting every day. She started sharing her problems with me how she always has fights with her husband,she doesn’t love him and is not happy with him.I just used to say that yeah I understand,didn’t show much intent. After few days she recalled the hospital visit and said how caring and helping I was and the girl who marries me would be very lucky. She used to say that after those things that she noticed she can’t stop thinking about me.I asked cheekily “Have you. In a minute or so, all five of us were naked and I'm wonderfully out-numbered, a fact that I and my cock were well aware of. "I've got a great idea, girls. But first, Marty…got any plans for the rest of the weekend?" Well, the truth is, I already had a pretty good idea where this was headed and, short of my own funeral, I was available until eight o'clock Monday morning when I had to be back to work. "Um, no, my date book seems empty at the moment," I cleverly replied, at least I thought it was. By the time I had caught up, his door was open and she was chatting with him and was about to take up his invitation to go inside, and again I followed.For an older man he seemed easily enough to chat with, more about us and what we were doing, he just seemed to want to know what we got up to. Later when Jilly had gone to the bathroom he asked me if I was alright with what I saw him doing, I just answered yes, and no, I never told anyone, for which he thanked me.I had time enough to ask him why.