Oddly, I felt gratitude, not jealousy, gratitude that she could find so much time for me, and she had finally given me some kind of life-focus. It mig...t not last, I knew that, I tried to be always prepared for sudden rejection, but it was far more satisfying than my interlude with Tori, and had that connection to Sarah, whom I still missed and loved as much as ever.When we met, it was with the excited anticipation of the familiar but unknown, of the quest for mutual pleasure. Would I satisfy. I had put some truth into it, but had made up a lot, also. In truth, I had thought this out over the years, and had what I thought was a good story ready.He was thoughtful as he left, and said he understood my position. I thanked him for listening, and said I hoped he would keep my name out of it. He said he would send me a copy of the story when it was published. I was on pins and needles for almost a week, when an envelope with my name and address on it, arrived from out of town.Inside was a. All very close.Jo felt the woman’s fingers tugging at her knickers. Very quickly they’re round herupper thighs, soon to join her bra, blouse and skirt on the floor. She was down to you stockings, suspender belt and stiletto shoes.And the woman soon knelt between Jo’s legs, her soft mouth on gently caressing Jo’s now sopping wet cunt.Jo also noticed one of the old men wrapping her knickers round his cock, slowly stroking himself off into the silky material.The girl turns Jo round, making her. Some just stood at the bar; enjoying their beers… I noticed they all stopped what they were doing and stared at me.Maybe this wasn’t the right time to walk into a bar, with my white blouse almost see through from the rain and my tight skirt sticking to my legs…I took a deep breath and approached the bar. I enquired for a phone…The bartender looked at me from head to feet and pointed the far wall.I thanked him; at least that man seemed to be very friendly.I could send a message to Victor’s.