And I’m twelve years older. You have yet to learn if you’re married, engaged, or have commitments otherwise.”“Yes, and I’ve told you many ti...es too, I don’t care about your age. You are so real, so masculine and so handsome ... Damn it, Rusty, there are times that I want you as a man ... as my lover – and I hurt in my heart and my belly, because I can’t make you want me too...”We were walking to the creek for our daily swim. She refuses to wear my shirts. She’s been naked since the day I cut. Besides the girls that Robert brings home, our daughter Karen doesn't bother to wear much in the house anymore, so I don't either. I didn't think that I would ever have a reason to wear those slinky nightgowns.After the kids practiced, Robert and Regina took Marsha with them and stayed at her place Saturday night. Karen and Jimmy were out with Paul and Sheri. John and I got ready to meet Beth and Bill for drinks and dancing.It was late when we met Beth and Bill at the club in the Marriott. The. She had jet black hair cascading down her back, bee stung, erotic lips done up in a devilish shade of red, dark sparkling eyes enhanced by long silky eyelashes, the face of a beauty queen. Her long slender neck drew my eyes lower to her barely concealed cleavage, not overly large breasts, but in stunningly perfect harmony with her figure, her obviously excited nipples jutting out in full swollen glory. She had a ripped up tank top falling half off her shoulders with our bands logo emblazons. Those were the noises I was hearing: the rocking bed; the groans from both Addie and Samuel; the squishy, slapping noises of his cock sliding in and out of her cunt; and then her whimpering, getting louder and more frantic.Then Addie’s scream scorched through my phone’s speaker. There were masculine noises mixed in as well, but it was mostly my Adriana’s voice, or rather her cries, that I heard… and heard… and heard.They died down finally and more swishing noises indicated that positions were.