If I thought I was living the American Dream before, this was the real deal. I even took up golf (which I had never regarded as a sport) and tennis (t...o lazy to put out that much effort). We had a fine circle of friends.I thought nothing could spoil my happiness.When I was 44 things began to change. I guess it was a version of a midlife crisis, and it took several weeks to coalesce; but when it did, I was consumed.I wanted to know about who came before me.I tried to ask her, in several clumsy. The fan blowing nearby helps but can’t stop the small beads of sweat from forming across my chest. As my hand strokes circles around my stomach tracing down to my pubic area. My cock starts to come to life. Slowly rising and hardening. I feel no choice but to continue what my naughty thoughts have started. My mind is trained on the thoughts of a woman’s lips. Lips that are surrounding the head of my cock and slowly gliding down its shaft. My cock has reached full attention. It's thick and long. .." I whispered, my eyes closed, wanting to hear her name as her scent meandered around me... I licked my upper lip slowly, hoping to reconstitute some of the gift her body had left me, and I felt a warm creaminess accumulating in between my legs.I nearly jumped out of my chair when there was a loud knock at the door. I took a sip of the coffee, smoothed my tousled hair, and walked to the door. Even though I knew it was Elaine, my next door neighbor, I checked the peephole. Yup, it was Elaine. It was pretty dark in there, but she nodded.He sat with his head down, silent for a moment.‘Kayla, I’m not sure how I feel. Part of me thinks it’s wrong—to be attracted to you—but another part of me—’ he scrubbed a hand over his brown hair, mussing it. ‘Another part of me, god. It just wants you.’She nodded, even though he wasn’t looking at her.‘So I want to try something,’ he said. ‘And after that, I can decide what I feel and what to do. Will you help me?’‘If I can,’ Kayla said. She didn’t.