" How many women have you slept with – you know, fucked?" Before I got married, about six, and not very often; while I was married, only my wife; an... since she died in February ... err, a few."Mary studied me and said, "Hey, give it up. How many exactly since February?" Leave it at a few. It's immaterial to what I'm trying to tell you." Holy shit, you're a man slut." She grinned lecherously at me.I ignored her and noted in a pensive tone, "With each woman I've been with I felt something vibrant. On the main street she used her jacket to cover her boobs, well almost. On a few occasions her jacket gapped open exposing a breast for all to see. Most of the people didn’t seem to even notice that my wife was walking exposed in public, a few people definitely didn’t notice, but they just carried on as if it was nothing unusual.When we got to the bar we sat at a table in front of the big glass window that looked out onto the busy street. I went to the bar and ordered two beers. Anne had her. Will? You okay? Maria asked, seeing her son looked like he had just jogged a marathon. No, no Im fine! Will said, a little too happy. Did you whack off in there our something? Maria asked playfully. Mom! Brook laughed slightly at the comment and Will looked over at her. He felt better about what had just happened, and he felt suddenly forgiving. Putting his arm around Brook, he leaned over and kissed her cheek, I forgive you, he whispered softly. Brook blushed and hugged him back. As the Reeds. Linda would come over a lot and hang out with Angel and often we would all go out to a bar together including Linda’s boyfriend who is a pretty cool guy. The main bar that we liked to hang out at was a biker bar. It was a great place to sit and drink and they had karaoke on certain nights. Angel and Linda would often drink too much and end up singing a whole bunch of songs.One Halloween a few years ago we went out to this biker bar to party and have a good time. As usual, Angel and Linda.