I make coffee and we sit at the dining room table talking. I tell him how I got a phone call telling me that he was dead and how I mourned for him. H...e explained to me that his real job was never really a computer programmer, but that he was in the military and what he was into was top secret. When the enemy got to his child and the child died he knew that they were on to him and had to get away to protect the rest of his loved ones including me. So he set it up to look like he died and had to. Then I felt it, ever so slightly, she started to rock her hips, rubbing her clit on the roughness of the 5 o'clock shadow starting on my upper lip. Her story, and our current situation, seemed to have transported her back in time, releasing her inner slut.I looked up at her through her sparse pubic hair and noticed she had her eyes closed and was rubbing her breasts through her shirt, squeezing and pinching her nipples. I took this as an invitation and pushed my tongue in between her meaty. We went back to our table and there was another drink there for me that we didn't order. I took it and scanned the bar to see where it came from and a tall black man nodded to me and I smiled back. I told Marc and he acknowledged him as well. The music got going again and he walked to our table and asked Marc if I could dance with him if I wanted.I said Ok and Marc said no problem. I got up and we danced and he Dave started telling me I looked really hot. I was wearing a skirt with black hose. With tears in my eyes and my hands blocked from reaching the source of my pain I just grimaced and tried to smile. I'm sure anyone watching would have been aware of my failure."Susan!" I heard a sweet woman's voice state. I recognised the tone immediately, it was 'Mother's' voice. I looked up from my innocent attacker and was amazed to see Anita there and not her mother. I was quick to work out that if she had called her sister Susan then she must be Anita, assuming my mother's memory was fine,.