Some were little things. Like when we were speaking on the phone, if Ralph called she'd put me on hold and switch over to him. But if she was speaking...to Ralph and I called, I'd often get her voice mail.Other things were more significant. One morning I got out of the shower. I had to walk across our bedroom to get a towel. Jen was on our bed, putting on her stockings. She was going to see Ralph that morning. She looked at me, but her gaze quickly went down to my crotch. She saw me get hard as I. Then she lost her interest in sex. We used to make love three or four times a week, or more. We stopped completely of course during her two pregnancies, but after the second baby was born, things never really got started again. The birth had given Jocelyn a lot of health problems, and she was a long time recovering. Somehow, four years later, our sex life was still not back on track, and I was starting to think this would be permanent.By this time, my wife was 34 years old. She still had her. "Yeah," I sighed. "But I can't sing it. My voice isn't high enough." Jennifer 'ahh-ed' sarcastically and ruffled my hair. I smiled."You've said that about a lot of songs tonight." said Melissa. "Well, I can play it if one of you can sing it." I offered. The reaction was immediate. A cringing, drawing back motion from all three ladies."You do not want to hear me squeaking." laughed Becky. This seemed to set off a lightbulb in Melissa's brain. She quickly sat up and grabbed Becky's leg,. " Bertha, "OK! Why don't we have dinner first?" Girl, "If you're buying and paying me for my time.wecan do what ever you like." Bertha, "I know a decent restaurant up the street."Bertha pulled in and parked. They entered the place and Berthaled the way to a booth in the back. In the bright neon light shegot a good look at the young whore. She was dressed like moststreetwalkers in the area. She had on high heels that were far tohigh for a girl her size. Her legs were bare. The hair.