In the mirror above the counter I could see my wife's face twisted in concentration. Her eyes closed, her breast swinging in rhythm to the steady stre...m of breathless grunts and moans that escaped her slightly parted lips. With one hand she held herself up. The other was pressed against the glass as she rocked back and forth against the beat of his hips.I suddenly became conscious of my own throbbing cock. I didn't remember sliding it out of my trunks, but there it was jutting out towards their. Soon my wife was sound asleep and then I turned toward Denise. I placed my mouth close to her neck and lightly kissed her neck. She didn't respond. I was worried. Had I blown my chance? I reached over and and gently cupped her breast. She was facing away from me and as my hand cupped her breast I could feel her soft breast and a very hard nipple. I rubbed her nipple between my fingers and she softly moaned. I again kissed her neck. She moaned again. I reached down and slowly pulled. In fact, there is a damn good chance that I won't be able to help you at all."I cried and I argued that none of that mattered and that as long as we had each other and our love for each other everything would work out for us. I finally wore him down and we were married.Now I am forty-five and Bobby is sixty and I'm sorry to say it, but Bobby was right all along and it is killing me. Actually Bobby didn't even get to sixty before erectile dysfunction set in. It was two months after his. This greatly surprised me, and I wondered if my parents and grandparents were aware of this. I was also able to print out several different maps of Stone Mountain and the Park before stopping and going to talk to Ken.In the kitchen, I found Ken making lunch for us and our Familiars.“Is it that late?” I asked before checking my watch to discover that it certainly was.“Thanks,” I told him, as I started helping him.During lunch, I brought up what I had learned, and what we needed to do.“We are.