He picked up his ticket and there was a brief note paper-clipped to it. It read: ‘Hi Bobby, So glad you could come! Meet me at the foot of the stage...right after the show. Bree’.It was a great seat. Center section, third row, on the aisle. He looked around the small theater. It seated three or four hundred and had high ceilings, chandeliers and a small balcony. There was a band tuning up on one side of the floor. He read through the playbill and saw Bree’s name in a few different places:. Just as soon as I pulled my cock out Ruth clamped her mouth onto Helen’s pussy to keep anything for going to waist.As we rested from the exhilaration, Helen thanked me several times. She told us that her husband was ten years older than her, at seventy-two years old, and that he no longer had erections. He tried Viagra once but couldn’t handle it. I was the first man that she had been with in several years and she liked it.Helen informed me that I had also passed her ‘sleeping with the boss’. She was really happy about herself. I told her about the people I talked to today, explaining how Dad ‘wasn’t allowed to come in, ‘ evoking a chuckle from her.“Mom, I also need to thank you for having a daughter, and not leaving me an only child. Who knows where the outlet would be for me, otherwise?” I said.“You are too big for your own britches, young man,” she said with a smile on her face.I decided to broach the subject of me getting my own place. Surprisingly, she said that she had. It got busy around 6pm when the guys left their offices and stopped by for a few relaxing drinks before going home to their loving wives and families for dinner. Some stayed much longer than was good for them, moving onto some of the exotic, highly alcaholic, and fucking expensive cocktails, for which the bar had become famous. By 6.30pm. it was quite usual to have 100 people there, who also spent plenty on fancy crepes and tapas. Not all had loving wives, as I found out pretty soon. Some were.