I asked her what lingerie she was wearing and she informed me that she had a sexy red bra and thong on under her dress.“You have never seen them Ste...e, Greg bought them for me a few weeks ago” Christy teased and you never will!”“I know babe, they are for your lover.”“You mean my sexual husband!” Christy teased.“Yes Christy, I mean your sexual husband.”Greg and Kevin arrived around six thirty and Christy kissed Greg deeply as she opened the door; Kevin also got a big kiss from her.“You asked me. A.ah..” I lean against the wall and peek through the small crack of the door opening. I see my little girl laying there, with her hand in between her legs. She’s wearing a baggy shirt, long socks, and no panties. She’s laying on her back rubbing herself gently, in attempt to be quiet. I don’t think she knew what time I was supposed to be home. I open the door gently, but I speak loudly.“Are-are you touching yourself? You are, you dirty little girl. Did daddy give you permission to touch. It's cream, there's no other way to say it. This girl is sex, love and rock-and-roll personified. We hit it off right away, go to the nearest park, and talk. For probably 2 hours. About nothing. Absolute bullshit. It's great. We finally end up on the swing, and I am the smoothest I have ever been in my life. She stands on one, I hop up with her on it, and we just tilt back and forth, inches from each other, looking into each others eyes.You can tell what's coming next, can't you? Hells yeah,. Why does this happen? Who can tell? A partner who turned out not to be the person you thought they were, a familiarity that makes one weary of the same penis in the same vagina, the vagaries of middle age that make us wonder if we’re still attractive to the opposite gender, the desire for some excitement — an excitement that has disappeared from the marriage? Perhaps for Beth there was something of all these elements in her married life. Certainly Simon no longer made love with her as.