My strength lifts you from the bed and yet when you finish with me it fails you, slipping limp from your depth as you wait for more, something more.Im...gine yourself Helen of Troy, a woman so beautiful that men will risk their lives, will risk entire nations just to look at you, to touch you, to feel the infinite soft wonder inside you. Imagine the reverent first touch of a man’s fingers to your face, fingers roughened in a single desperate search to find and capture you. Then his fingers weave. I was the first one, other than Joe, his wife, and the hospital staff, who got to hold her. I’ve always loved this child, almost as though she were my own. When she was a baby, I sometimes changed her diaper. When she was a young girl, I helped teach her how to ride a bike. When she went away to college last fall, I helped her move into her dorm. When she comes home on weekends, I'm the one she confides in about boys.My wife and I are unable to have children (I produce plenty of cum but no. I am 41 years old. Nice in looks, decent body, VERY intelligent, fun, and just an all around nice guy.My wife is honestly quite beautiful. 32 years old, 5' 6" tall, about 140 pounds, a natural redhead, and drop dead gorgeous. I am not saying this for the story, but telling what is true. She is one of those rare women that the older she gets, the more attractive she gets. When she walks into a room every head turns.Her body, to me at least, is perfect. 36-30-37 Nice firm tits about 36c, flat. Something that might help her figure out why she was so distant. “We are doing margaritas and pizza tonight. You are in right?” Tricia asked with her trademark enthusiasm. Tricia had beautiful red hair that went down to her shoulders. Her body was tight from her years of lacrosse, and she was naturally gifted in all of the right places and she knew it. When she wasn’t expected to dress a certain way she liked to be in workout tops and tight booty shorts. They may have been presentable length.