But, the fact was she was there, just not sitting with us and she was way in the back which I discovered after the fact. She’d decided to keep her w...rd to me, but—and this unilaterally—to not allow Ronnie to be up on the stage. She thinks that you have undermined my relationship with the children, my claim to fatherhood. She did not and does not want you to be seen as their main father let alone their only father. The irony in that? She has no patience with the truth that the kids will make up. Then I heard a voice shout, “Hey Nadia, pick the gun up and get a move on!”Did she just call me Nadia? I picked up the gun and followed the three naked women. I caught my reflection in a window of a building which caused me to stop and take a long look. It was me, looking all old and haggard. Then someone grabbed my hand. “Come on Nadia, before we get arrested.”Now we were running and I felt like I was straining to keep up. I was getting out of breath I had to stop for minute. But as soon as I. I wanted him to touch me, to stroke me, to push inside me. I tried to lower my pussy onto his hand but he held me firm. His hands moved up my body again. He slipped the rest of my dress off me, then my bra. He pushed my naked body against the wall, pressing his still fully clothed body against my back. “You’re not getting my cock until I’m ready to give it to you.” He drilled his groin against me again. Sliding a hand between my legs, he spread my legs wide. “Stand still. Don’t move.”I felt him. The rest of the week stayed pretty much along that first night.Every night I heard on the phone as my sweet babe received hard sex…I returned home that next Saturday. My sexy wife was there at the airport, waiting for me. She looked gorgeous; her nice body was tanned and I got a hard on when I saw her perfect long legs, since she was wearing a very short leather skirt.As she drove me home, I slipped my hand under her skirt and found her bald mound was exposed, since she was not wearing a thong..