..menopause. I still wanted to have a sexual outlet; and if my wife was no longer interested in sex, then I had to do something about that for myself!...I told myself that I wasn't out fucking some other woman. I was being 'faithful' to my wife, at least in that regard. I told myself that Bob was not a threat to her. She was still my wife. I still loved her. What Bob wanted from me was not some sort of pledge of fealty. All he wanted was my sperm! So, since I wasn't planning on using it anywhere. He manipulated the warm smooth flesh rhythmically, completely absorbed in his art when the woman beneath his palms suddenly stiffened. ‘Get that music off,’ she snapped and then grudgingly added ‘Please,’ as an afterthought. ‘What? You don’t like music?’ Daniel asked a little surprised by her sudden knee jerk reaction to the muted background sounds that were filtering in from the speakers. They had been there since he entered the room and now a gentle Christmas tune was being played on Japanese. ‘But you’re my real interest.’ Inwardly, Joanne felt a sinking feeling in her stomach as all her worst fears were confirmed. Outwardly, though, she simply made another vague noise that expressed nothing beyond noting that Natalya had spoken. She tried to fix her eyes on the corner of the room, tried to ignore the steady tick of the clock on the wall. She wanted to get up and pace again, but at the same time she didn’t want to do anything that would give Natalya cause to throw her out without. ‘Manny!’Christina screamed for the third time, that startled him out of his trance. ‘What?’ he ask as if nothing happened. ‘Are you going to eat or not?’ she said with a annoyed tone. ‘I am calm down , jeez’ he mumbled realizing he was standing in the middle of the kitchen just watching her, then walked over to get the rice and fried chicken he prepared earlier and join her. ‘Damn, you zone out just as bad as my brother,’ she said with a smile stating she was kidding. ‘This is some good food,.