I don't know why but I sensed something was going to happen, he said "I'm 59 and a right sad bastard", I said "No your not" and with that he looked at...the floor. As i waited for him to look up he said "I don't think I've done a good job with him", I replied "They can be a handful", he looked up at me and smiled.Suddenly without warning he put his hand on my knee and said "You sound like a decent bloke", I smiled to myself, I stood up to shut the door, as I locked it he came up behind me, gently. The hand not buried in my hair came up, savage fingers digging in, to grab and pummel my tits. Mauled them, shoving them up to meet his grasping teeth. Back arching, I jammed them harder into his conquering mouth, my hands knotting in his hair, pulling roughly, hauling his head down into my tits. Moaned out my lewd pleasure. His head came up, leaving me panting, breathless. The hand tangled in my hair wrenched hard, yanking me off balance to crash to the floor, landing in an untidy heap.. We'll have to wait and see. One thing's for sure, if he does come back, you're going to have to keep an eye on him." Why's that?" I told him the best thing he could do for Angela was to live a life she would be proud of. She was always on him to run better. He may push himself too hard." Thanks for the heads up. If he comes out I'll have a talk with him, let him know that I'll be watching him and that if he looks like he's pushing too hard I'll shut him down." Anything else we need to know. "And..." reality started to intrude. Did this wild encounter mean something? Would it happen again.And I looked down at her, and realized that her dreamy eyes had gone to dreaming eyes. She was asleep. I thought of waking her. I looked at her for a long time, very confused.Finally, I let myself out, went home, and slept.The next day, I had to convince myself it wasn't a dream. I was torn between arousal, excitement and maybe a little confusion and guilt. Finally, I e-Mailed her. I was too.