So, I told her, firstly, that I believed that a limp or quickly wilting dick was with men rarely due to impotence. With men being romantics, it was an...absence or waning of desire. Their brain tells their cocks that sex – or more sex - with a particular woman was not worth having; that neither he nor – equally as often – she had wanted this fuck in the first place.By saying this, I let Helen know that my, to her, so surprising state of repeated arousal was due to the sexual magic between us. I. See, even though my parents had had frequent arguments, they had always reconciled. One day, though, came an incident that was the final straw for their marriage.Mom had come home early from work one day, wearing a man’s raincoat (odd dress for September, I remember thinking). Trying to surprise him, she instead found him naked in the pool, while my aunt (mom’s older sister), was dozing in the sun. I saw what had caught my dad's eye: the towel over her boobs had dropped off, and her nipples. If she didn't use her vacation soon, she would go over the limit and loose some of it. Dressing, she vowed to take time off soon. If her boyfriend couldn't make it, she could just go solo. It would be relaxing. Maya was halfway down the hall past the gym exit when the object of her recent obsession appeared around a corner on his way in. “Maya. I see you're keeping in shape for me,” Eric said. He looked delicious, black hair slightly tousled, already in a t-shirt which clung closely to his buff. That changed when I moved upstairs. I had to come down stairs when I wanted sex and Karen had to come upstairs when the mood struck her. When my daughter moved back in that all changed. We didn’t want to get caught sneaking back and forth between bedrooms. What we had to do was make our plans in advance and I would stay downstairs for a while after Taylor retired to her room. This made Karen feel like it was a cheap affair. After a few weeks our sexual trysts dropped off altogether. We were.