Everyone would still be trying to figure out what happened, and why. Pretty soon the blame times would come, then that would be followed closely with ...the anger times. After that it all broke out into differing things.I wasn't sure when the anger and pain would hit me, but I knew that I needed to be in a place I could call home before it did. A motel wasn't the best of places to be while going through pain and anger. I decided that I would search for an apartment the next day too.The next weeks. And they stopped right in front of the door. i knew she was looking at me through the keylock on the door.i started to slowly undress myself. first i took off my socks and sweater, and the jeans and t shirt followed. Wearing just my boxers i turned on the hot water in the showers. As narccisstic as i am, i started to watch myself in the mirror. I wondered how should i repay the old hospital lady for her kindness. i slowly put my hand in my underpants and started to touch my dick, which was. Simon sat down again and the fumbling continued but it came to a finish quite abruptly, she sat back and spoke to him, we could not hear for the loud music then she got up and went out, Simon remained in his seat, at the end of the performance everyone stood up as the lights came up, Simon looked around as we do and saw me, his face reddened as he realised we had been sat behind him throughout, “err… hello auntie Jean” he said, for a few moments the queue to exit the row was blocked, “hello. And my wife...bent over one of the couches, a cock deeply stuffed inside her tight little cunt while another guy was in front of her getting the blowjob of his life!On top of that, two guys had her tits out and looked like they were fighting to see who could make her squeal first by biting the hardest on her nipples and pulling them! What the hell?Two things happened simultaneously -- one, I got pissed all over again, ready to kick the shit out of every one of those guys...and I got hard.