“I guess so, I don’t suppose it will be long before my picture is all over the internet anyway.”Some of the guys had already started clearing th... kitchen table and the trepid Angie watched them finish the job.“Come on Angie, get up there and spread them wide.” One of the guys said.With her heart racing Angie climbed up, lay on her back and spread her legs so wide that her feet were hanging over the sides of the table. She was surrounded by young men all wanting a good look at her pussy and most. 'You two dress to go out? Together? Like that? The same way? My Ellis would never ever! But when you go out, Cynthia, where do you go? What do you do? How does he look?' So I told them usually we go out dancing, but first to a nice restaurant, and after a few drinks and a bottle of wine and a good dinner we feel just lovely, and you look so very lovely at least to me, so we go some place where there's an orchestra and we dance. At first we dance together, I told them, but men begin to. Not giving in.” He usually awoke at half past five in the morning, suffering an old habit from years at the assembly plant. But lately, especially last winter, his first season alone, he slept until ten. He hated sleeping late, awakening feeling useless. Last winter was a vicious circle of useless mornings and empty nights. But now all that change, like a spring clock set ahead. It was time to get this year’s fishing license. This year it was free, after turning sixty-five, a benefit of paying. She stood in the middle of the living room floor with the boys mouth clamped onto her erect nipple, cradling his head like she did when her own son was breast fed, except this suckling was preparing her body for sexual intercourse, and she could feel her wetness spreading in her crotch.The other boy now rose and moved in behind her, adding another pair of hands to explore her demanding and writhing body. Her head flung back in an act of total surrender, both boys started removing her clothes,.