I could not believe how I felt; I was so attracted to her. Yet, the worst part was her age, looking at her made me feel like a dirty old man. Well, ma...be not that bad, but to me, her age was a factor. I stood and said my good bys and started to head back to the waiting car.I heard her call out, "I'll see you next week?" And it sounded like a question.I stopped and turned back to look at her, "We'll see." I responded.The week next week was difficult. Between a lot of problems at the company, I. People did not actually treat a woman like this, and you did not actually fuck an asshole hard like that. You had to be gentle and kind. He looked at me like, oh that’s cool. That made sense to him.Initially the two guys were taking care of the girl, till the girl told the boys to get in a 69 so she could watch. That then turned into the two guys fucking. The girl got on the bed in front of the bottom and made him eat her pussy while he got fucked. I could tell Steve liked this. His hand was. ’ Bob stood inside the door, watching her, not exactly sure what to do next. ‘Did it?’ he asked. Angie shrugged and shook her head. ‘Not really,’ she said, ‘all it did was remind me of how lonely I’ve been since he died.’ ‘What happened to your husband?’ Bob asked. ‘He…he was killed in a car crash three years ago,’ Angie replied. Her shoulders began to shake and she sniffled softly. Bob, realizing she was crying, walked over and put his arms around her. With a soft sigh, Angie leaned back. Did Angela say anything about it?" Yes", replies Jenny. "She did. She told me that I had given her ideas away." When Angela called me in," continues Cathy, "she just wanted someone to shout at, but I remembered some work you had asked me to review. Jenny, the thing is, I offered to read the article and let Angela know if I thought it really was like your work. There was an English translation of it which I could use."Cathy turns towards Jenny. She is almost square on to her, almost confronting.