No reaction. I pulled the blanket to aside to see her knockers. I turned her to aside to undo the bra. I pulled off the bra. Her sagging boobs were al...ost lying under her armpits. But the thing that surprised me the most was the size of her nipples. They occupied about a third of her boobs and were like small saucers. The nipple itself was of pale pink color I started feeling up and fondling her boobs with my hands. I was pressing the nipples or bringing the knockers together.blood was pulsing. I gently push you sweat pants down until they join your shirt on the floor. You step out of them with haste and I waste no time to swiftly lead you to the bed and lay you on your back. I begin kissing you while I lean over top of you. My kisses begin along your belly and carefully work their way up until I reach your lips feel passionate kisses slowly being placed on them; just to ensure they linger on them. I reach your neck and bury my kisses in it. Sliding down further, I reach your bra. I love my wife. I guess. She's barely five feet tall. When we got married, she was the hottest animal in the forest. She would do anything in bed – or anyplace else. She would take it wherever she had an opening, and come back for more. She was insatiable and I was exhausted trying to keep up with her. But despite that, or maybe I should say because of that, I was the happiest guy on earth. To be crude, I was as happy as a pig in shit.But time changes things. Now that ten years have passed and. I thought at the time that he's let all his straight inhibitions go in one fell swoop. I waited until he got in the shower before I joined him, he took me in his arms and we stood under the cascading water, "Thanks for this, I wouldn't have thought in a million years that I could have this much passion for a man, I don't think I'm as straight as I thought I was", he said. After we showered we both dried each other off and got back on the bed and fooled around for a short while before Alan went.