When everyone is asleep, even a small sound is audible, even if the sounds are of slow, soft moaning. I was quite surprised to hear it. For a moment, ... thought I must be crazy. But then, as I moved closer to the hall, I could hear a female moaning slowly.For a moment, I thought about it but then told myself no, I am just imagining. I reached near the main bedroom where my son and his wife Riya sleep. The moaning became louder. The moans were slow, loud, and stretching. I was shocked and didn’t. He handed them to us and took a seat across the room. Somehow Fred managed to spark a conversation and keep it going about a number of topics, without feeling forced. He was working his charm and before long the three of us were laughing and to be honest - I somehow wasn't thinking much about the elephant in the room. I guess Fred was had a talent for misdirection. Before I knew it Jess and I were both 5 cocktails deep, having already ate I was suddenly feeling very comfortable - too. There was longing in his words. He silenced any attempt at a denial with his thumb, the musk of her sex faint below her nose. ‘And there will be a next time, Ana,’ he averred, his hands bracketing her face before he lowered his head. His tongue slipped into her mouth as if to illustrate just what the next time would entail. A series of images flashed inside her head: tangled legs, a bed, sweat slicked skin and Sean above her, filling her, making her cry out as she urged him on. The erotic. He was a much older man though, probably in his early 50s, a bit over weight and balding. He had us laughing from the minute we met him though. After many drinks the bar closed and the guy asked if we wanted to grab another drink. He mentioned that he had a bunch of samples and why spend more money at another bar and cab fare when we could join him on his balcony. We both thought nothing of it, at least I didn't think of anything else but another yummy glass of wine. We were having such a great.