And only then as I pulled her to my chest, Nancy kissing my mouth, her tongue piercing between my lips, my cock still embedded in her pussy did we beg...n to recover our breath.“Oh fuck, that was incredible,” exclaimed Nancy, “Can you do it again?” Well, no, not this afternoon anyway, middle age having snuck up on my ability for repeated orgasms. I can get hard again, and I can deliver a functional fucking, but my junk will not deliver a second helping. I may not be quite as good as I once was,. Is it at all realistic to think that she’s ever going to be satisfied with your little four inch penis? I mean, she might appear to be at first. Maybe because your penis is such a cute little novelty for her. Maybe it’s because you have amazing oral skills, which many small penis men have developed to compensate for their pathetic little boy penis. She might really love you, and want to be with you, and might even marry you for any of a hundred reasons. Remember: women don’t marry for cock,. ..then there was fisting. Now up to that point I've attempted but never actually fisted a woman and I always backed out once I reached the widest part of my hand, but with my wife I knew she wouldn't mind the pain. The first time I fisted her was after a long fuck and she was so turned on that my hand actually just slid right in. This was amazing since it took so long for me to be able to just fit my whole cock inside her and later on I wouldn't give her as much foreplay for her pussy to open. "You go take a shower and I'll get your suitcase out of the car," I said, gently. "There's plenty of time for getting frisky later." But it's been so long!" she whined. "And I want you right now! It's so good to see you, to finally be here. I almost can't stand it." Patience, patience," I said. "Where is the suitcase?" Which suitcase?" she asked."The one with your clothes in it," I prompted."There are four of them," she said. "I don't know which one to have you get. I wasn't thinking about.