He was a perfect husband, in and out of bed, and a super father. He clearly doted on Annette but was strict when necessary. She loved him. Her birth t...ough had been difficult and we decided that rather than take any further risks I should have a hysterectomy. Sad, because we both would have liked at least one more child. Anyway, life went on happily until Annette was about eleven and a half."She paused and swallowed before being able to continue: "She came to me in tears one morning after. She squirmed some more, purring as he rounded his kissing up and down her torso, teasingly brushing his face against her covered breasts. As he reached his hands over to touch her thighs, slowly spreading them to give him some room, he leaned closer to her face to plant a long passionate kiss, complete with tongue rolling and bated breathing. She took charge in stripping his T-shirt, breaking their passion briefly to allow it to slip off him. His own hands reached behind her to undo the lace of. Your eyes were on me, I sensed it and looked up. I caught your eye. Got you! We froze. The electricity static. I smiled, broadly. You responded. I got up, walked over. You waited, predator or prey? I didn’t care. We spoke a little, my smile never leaving my face, your interest piqued all the while. We kept the conversation superficial: books, magazines, spirituality. I could tell you were married, settled, enduring a slight ennui with the passing years. I just wanted to tear through it, release. Liz and I lost any compunction about spying on Stephanie and Simon from our adjoining bathroom. Watching our amorous neighbors through the slats in the door became something of an unspoken game, as a matter of fact. They would try to be as quiet as possible, and if we still caught them in the act, we won.And it went both ways: more than once, while I was getting a passionate blowjob from Elizabeth, I heard excited laughter and moans coming through the door as Simon and Stephanie peaked in on.