I answered by unbuttoning my shirt and started to strip down. Angie pulled off her top and slid off her slacks. I couldn't believe how fast this was h...appening. She stood there in just her bra and panties. What a sight she was. We went into the living room where Angie slowly removed her bra and then her panties, while I stripped down to nothing. She sat down on the sofa, spread her legs and began rubbing her clit. I knelt down between her legs, leaned forward and gently kissed her as she. Would you like to maybe get a cup of coffee with me?..” His voice was weak, soft.He cleared his throat and squared his shoulders, “Hey! Fancy a coffee?” Now his voice was a mockery of a tough guy.He deflated and sighed. He’d think of something, if she was even there.He dried himself off and got himself dressed, pulling on a little backpack with his gym gear in and gave his sparse apartment one last glance over before setting out into the cool of the early morning, making his way to the. The rest of the journey home was short and uneventful, Gabrielle dropped me at my front lawn and then almost as an after thought said. Come on over tomorrow at 7 p.m. We’re having a few friends over for dinner. She scribbled a something on a piece of card and handed it to me, but before I could even read it her car was already rolling away.*************** The next day I dashed out into the Saturday morning traffic and went shopping for an outfit to wear for the dinner party as she had commanded. "Yes, I'm here. Calm down Susan. You don't need to shout." YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" Susan shouted. Then her voice lowered, almost as if she was sharing a confidence, and was afraid someone would overhear her doing it."He was ALREADY married, Bob. His wife showed up yesterday. She's English... or British... or whatever you call them. She has two CHILDREN with her Bob!" What?" asked Bob, his jaw slack."We didn't KNOW, Bob," she wailed. "He never TOLD us he got married in London. Her name is Emily!.