I got home that night sat and ate supper asking her how her day was, she said it was o.k. nothing new. I motioned for her to sit on my lap then ran my...hand up her inner thigh stopping just short of her panties. I asked again if she was sure that everything was good today? She leaned over kissing my cheek whispering in my ear why did I ask. I said I thought maybe we could spice things up a little by me eating you out for a change? I felt her tense up with that question as I ran my hand up to the. ) The sexual cure for depression, apparently, involves semen. A survey of just under 300 female college students found that depression (as measured on a depression scale) increased the longer it had been since a woman had experienced PVI. The happiest women in the study were those who had the most PVI, but this antidepressant effect evaporated if they’d used condoms. Students who hadn’t engaged in PVI, or said they used condoms, reported more suicide attempts than those who said they never. He might not like what I was pushing him to do, but he could see the benefits.“Carl, you can be a real asshole at times!” he once told me, while I was pushing for him to play nice with the Senate. “You’re a goddamned pushy bastard!”I simply smiled. “Those are just my positive traits, Newt. Talk to my wife. She’ll tell you the bad stuff about me!”He just shook his head in disgust and made the call I wanted him to make. I only had about a fifty-fifty success rate with him, but there were people. Oh yeah,” she muttered.“you like that, baby?” “mmmmmmm.” came the reply, followed by a series of squeaky gasps as he swapped his thumb for an index finger. Her muscles began to spasm around his thrusting cock. He felt an urge of pleasure from his groin up and moaned, “honey, will you let me fuck you here?”“I so want to feel me in there.”“yes. Yes please.” she breathed, between moans. “there’s gel in there” she said gesturing towards the cabinet above. Still pumping away, he reached up one hand.