She obliged and sat down on a stool across me. Her massive tits almost rested on her thighs. I made light conversation and managed to get her to start...looking at my eyes again. Although she was clearly still embarrassed by her nudity, she began to lighten up. I asked if she had enjoyed the sex, and she looked down and bit her lip, which obviously meant yes, but she was still embarrassed to acknowledge. I finished my last bite, told her she was fantastic, and left for work in the project. I have. I have always had a low tolerance level for stupid, which most people seem to be, but it has never really caused many problems in my life, certainly no reason to send me to a psychologist and dose me up on meds for the past 11 years of my life anyway.According to my therapist, I have "unreserved rage" and I "could be a danger to society if I am taken off my medication". Yeah, I get angry, but who doesn't get angry at stupid people when they do stupid things? Just because I don't put up with it. It was one of the first times I had ever seen her without her funky glasses, at least for more than a few minutes. Her eyes, like the rest of her face, were lovely. Every time she smiled at me, my heart seemed to beat faster. No matter what the following day might bring, I knew this night was going to be perfect. The reason for that was that both of us wanted it to be perfect and we were a team. She moved a bit away from me and shrugged, letting the top half of her lacy lingerie fall away from. Every time Angie would pass by me I couldn't help watching her beautiful body. Over the years we only spoke in idle conversation on occasion. She was a quiet, easygoing innocent young lady. I could only dream about what it would be like to have one night with such a nice girl.About a month ago, it was a rather nasty day with rain on and off throughout the afternoon. When my workday was finally over, as I walked to my car I noticed Angie attempting to change the flat tire on her car. It was.