'Who was that' Joanne queried, 'My Grandfather', I retorted, as we continued descending the stairs, to be confronted by an old man, standing at his op...n door.Joanne screamed and cowered down, suddenly the reality of her nudity and being seen, unnerved her.I stood to the side, so his view of her was unobstructed, 'Joanne, stand up', I ordered her, 'You know the arrangement'.As she rose I stole a look at him, and as she straightened, his face lit-up proportionally, then looking back at her, she. Time had only improved her curves. She looked great. When she was in the right mood, she was a lot of fun. That was the first 19 years of our marriage. It was only the past six months that she had become distant and aloof. Before that she had been a wonderful friend, lover, and companion. That was what really made the present situation so difficult.We had a pleasant dinner, as a family. As I listened to our two daughters talk with their mother, I realized how much she meant to them. They loved. I creep through the flat and stand at your bedroom door. I look all around, taking everything in. I hear the panting, the slight squishing sounds of your fingers in your dirty cunt. I smell your sex. Oh, you are a nasty, juicy little girl.I look away from you, and around the rest of the room. At your feet on the floor is a quilt. Spread out on the quilt are a number of interesting items. A dildo, a butt plug, nipple clamps and a few pieces of rope. Oh, you are really planning on being a nasty,. It’s only down the road.”I looked at him questioningly, not sure whether he was joking or not.“What? Are you in a band or something?” I laughed.But the only response I had gotten was a sly smirk.“It’s not all parties and money, y’know. It’s hard…” He said after a while, his voice trailed off as he turned his cheek from me, walking towards the path on which we’d come here by.“Tell me then…” I said softly, touching his arm as I ran to catch up with him.He stopped in his tracks and turned to face.