We sat arm and arm on the edge of the bed, and I kissed him passionately as our hands slowly explored each other's bodies. He reacted to my dainty fin...gers journeying over the growing bulge in his pants, slowly moving his hands up and down my sides until they came to rest on my firm breasts, and my fingers deftly unfastened the button on his jeans.I slowly unzipped his trousers, and as he moved his hands to caress my shapely backside, I reached in and took his growing member in my hand, softly. I’m not complaining, mind you. Dad and Mom smile at me and tell me that their prayers are answered, that I’m married, my husband loves me, we’re successful, and ... my life is as filled with wonder as I told them.Little Randall is a good baby. That’s good. I’ve heard horror stories about crying all night and teething issues and ear problems and serious diseases. Randall is none of these. The community crèche is devoid of that. There’s a flock of babies within a six-week period, Susan’s little. I backed out of his drive way and started for the gym. As I was walking in I got a text message, it was his wife Kay "did you see me?" She asked. I confessed "yes, you looked very nice." My phone chimed again. "Meet me here" I went to the address. It was a hotel I knew near by. My phone chimed again with a room number. When I arrived at the door it was latched open. I entered and latched the door behind me. She was no were to be seen so I quickly started the recorder on my phone and proped it. ? Taryn was on the verge of returning the compliment when a door opened at the far end of the room with an echoing crash that made all the girls jump. Two or three of them shrieked. A man entered the room dressed in a casual brown suit. He was older, perhaps approaching sixty, but moved with strength and confidence, displaying no stoop. Indeed, his shoulders were back, his head held high, and his every mannerism exuded authority. He was pleasant enough looking for his age. His hair was silver.