When she was done she said, "You are pretty damn good there Mr. Flieshman. Very impressive set of skills. I need to hit the sack and sleep it off. See...you around, sir."And she left the room, went to hers, and just crashed, tired beyond belief.It was the next evening when the real break came. Or, more to the point, the next morning. April had woken a little earlier, mindful of the previous days when she'd had to shoe horn time to review the night's bug recordings. As the previous days, there was. We started making out and kissing, and she began moaning how bad she wanted me to fuck her. I of course obliged and began fucking her tight bald pussy while licking her erect nipples on her DD tits. She began bucking her hips into me and sensing I was about to cum pulled her legs back so I could cum deep in her pussy. A few more pumps and I have her a nice tick load of cum which was dribbling down her pussy. She curled up on her side and asked me to play with her clit so she could get off. I. The dreaded middle age had passed and I found myself with erection problems. I tried to lie to myself that it was only because I was working hard and was tired. But after another failed attempt in the bedroom, my wife sighed and asked what was wrong. I assured her it was not her fault and finally broke down and told her the problem I had been noticing. She gave me a hug and asked if I had thought about going to the doctor? ‘I did,’ I replied, ‘but he couldn’t find anything physically wrong.’. He blinked in surprise at the vision that greeted him. The woman standing in front of him was, in a word, stunning. Her gauzy, semi-transparent dress covered her completely but left nothing to his imagination. A large pair of silver feathered wings swayed gently with her every movement. She carried a large paper bag and grinned at him mischievously."May I come in? The food's getting cold."Entranced with her smooth, mellow voice, Mitch moved aside to let her enter."Do I know you?" he asked as.