"You sure you won't regret it?" he asks. "Y-yes." Okay then, you can leave," he says, stepping away from me. I stare at him with mixed emotion. I shou...ld be happy that he's not pushing it, but why do I feel so hurt and empty?"Well?" he says, opening the shower door for me. I step out and grab my towel, wrapping it around me before numbly walking out of the bathroom. I go into Liz's room and look for my extra clothes that I keep at her house. I see the bag in the closet and bend down to get it.. Dripping resentment and overflowing with self-pity and bitterness. Socially inept. Inept in just about every other way.Especially I remember Marianne. She was a tall, blonde cheerleader with big breasts, round hips, and a well-upholstered behind. (Weight loss and dieting would not become a ruling passion among females for some years yet.) My heartthrob, she was. She made my heart throb, all right. Unfortunately, the reverse seemed not to be the case. She didn't even know who I was and. No time was wasted one lady started sucking and licking on my cock. With in a few minutes we all were tangled into a sex ball. I had the tow ladies sucking on my balls and cock and my wife had straddled my face so I could eat her pussy and she was bent down eating our lady friend's pussy. I am not sure really how long this was going on for before we changed spots and partners but it all happened as if we all knew what we wanted or needed. One lady moved onto her hands and knees as our friend. It's none of my business..." No ... although..." Dulcie fixed Delia with a penetrating stare. It made her uncomfortable. "Give me a minute, Delia..." and left the room.Delia sat, holding her coffee, lifting it to her lips without actually tasting it, wondering what was going on. Dulcie returned after a few minutes."Right, Delia. I've got Bert's permission to tell you about him. He's a retired soldier. Was a Company Sergeant Major. His wife died ... ten years ago, I think ... and since then his.