Noting my detumescence, she nuzzled my wet prong over her cheeks, and settled it within her mouth. Her tongue danced around the head, and she applied ...uction, as if hydraulics alone could resurrect me.She persisted in her efforts, finally eliciting a tremor in my johnson. She noticed, and pulled off it with a pop, returning to face me. “You had better not be done for the night!”, she admonished me. “I have big plans for you and your (ahem!) ‘little friend’ here! You’re getting back in the game,. She seemed to pause between me and the fire, looking at me, then moved on.When she had left the room, I sat pondering on the vision that had just been before me. I had never seen my mother naked. Sometimes she had appeared in a bikini at the beach, and on odd occasions, I had passed her going to or from the bathroom in her panties and bra. None of that had particularly focused my attention. The picture of her between the fire and me had focused me. What I had seen were the firm breasts of a. I thought it was our martial arts training though wasn’t sure.I had learned that men’s eyes watched me. I noticed that one set of those eyes were Jam’s. I liked the look in his eyes as he looked at me. He noticed the looks I got. I had the feeling that as long as they stayed on the safe side of lust, all would be fine. If someone crossed the line, Jam or I would have a physical confrontation with the owner of those eyes. I had always been proud of my looks. When you’re tall and have a good. As a routine matter, the husband not only has no expectations about when or whether sex will happen but, as well, how far it will proceed when it does.As part of the transformation of the marriage, the wife may be scaling back her husband’s orgasms and, at the same time, increasing her own.How far can this go?Well, let us suppose that you decide to allow your husband an average of one orgasm a week. At the same time, you might indulge yourself each night. That would result in a ratio of 7:1.But.