After finishing my workout, I took a moment to collect myself before going over and talking to the family. “How are the Miller’s this evening?”�...�Just fine! Yourself?” Said Mrs. Miller who is no slouch herself. She’s always been in great shape for her age but considering she is my moms friend, my mind never wandered like it did seeing Katie.“I’m great. Thanks for asking. Hi Katie. I haven’t seen you since I left for college. You’re all grown up!” I said. She blushed and used a finger to stroke. I determined to drown my sorrows. My friends knew I had been dumped and were supportive, but I saw the looks they gave each other when they thought I wasn't looking. Loser. It may as well been tattooed on my forehead.The jukebox started up, and my friends got asked to dance. No one asked me, I guess one look at my face told them I wasn't in a dancing mood.I had switched to whiskey, not a good thing. I was getting maudlin, also not a good thing. I was thinking abut calling a cab, going home to. ..because she had wanted to. As simple as that. “What a slut.” she thought. “It's not as if it's a dishy young guy with a great body, it's my 75 year old uncle! What a slut!” She became angry, at herself and at Ted. She got up, and started changing. He made as if to move. “You stay where you are!” she snapped. He laid there, naked, his cock glistening with her juices, her knickers still d****d over his face, his hands tied to the bedposts. When she was ready, she unfastened one of his ties.. We were sitting at the bar on high stools partly turned towards each other. Our conversation kept flowing and our knees kept hitting each other as we swung on the bar stools. I had expected her to have her 2 drinks and leave in an hour or so, but she surprised me by staying longer, and keeping it to 3 drinks. It was close to midnight when we left the pub and I asked her if she was hungry. She gave me that flirtatious look before saying yes, let’s eat. So we popped into a McDonalds and had a.