You kick the bad guys asses better than half the guys on the department. Why would there be any doubt about your femininity." he said."Easy cowboy you...just insinuated your wife might have girlie, girl tendencies." I explained."I didn't mean that," he said unconvincingly. "She wants to take up bike riding. She has wanted to since you bought your bike. If I get her a bike will you ride with her." Of course I will. I would love to have the company." I agreed."Fair enough then," he said."Alright. I wrapped them in my shirt and hiked over the hill and headed for the camp.The professor was there, sipping a beer and regaling the excavators with exploits real and imaginary."What have you in your shirt, Hairy?" He questioned.I couldn't speak, with both hands I just handed him the shirt. He felt the weight and the size, "I think we need to take this to the artifacts tent. We need a table. Someone start the generator. We'll need the light."When we were all seated he unwrapped the shirt where. A lot more. Sex was great in the early years of marriage and then came love. The caring and sharing for a lifetime. You have a family and then grandchildren and then even great-grandchildren. You have turmoil and troubles through-out your marriage but seem to be able to work them all out. You hopefully want to spend eternity with your spouse.I hang around with a few older buddies and we talk about our sexual experiences. They pretty much all say the same thing. It's not as good as it once was. When he let my hand go I sank to my knees and gently began licking his cock. I looked up at him and saw that he had a perplexed look. “Is this okay?” I asked.“It's way past being just okay... you look so sexy, but I want to do something for you.” he said and gently stood me up and turned me around, wrapping his arms around me from behind. I was smiling as I leaned back into him, feeling his big hard cock pressed against my lower back. He leaned down and kissed me on the top of my head. With a.