He grabbed the remote as deftly as if it were a live trout and waved it ineffectively a time or two before he found the correct button. Idly he flippe... channels. Everything looked pretty much the same. He couldn't tell which was Howard Stern, which was pro wrestling and which was a Fox News talk show. After a while he settled on an old rerun of "Bewitched." The one good thing about his condition was that he couldn't tell whether it was the good Darrin or the second one.He was half-asleep when. One of the effects of my condition is that my erection doesn’t last long after I’ve come and a lot of times my wife was left wanting and had to finish herself off manually. Even though watching her doing this or using one of her toys was a turn on for me, it wasn’t anywhere as good as seeing her taking a real cock but I knew she’d never agree to a return to our old lifestyle so if it was to happen, I’d have to come up with a devious plan.My wife and I live in a small block of retirement flats. I stood behind her, lathered up her full tits, all the way out to her sensitive nipples, and rolled them between my fingers, and she relaxed back into my chest, and then she allowed my hands to roam down her belly, soaping her up completely. She soaped up her legs, down to her feet, and she did this by bending over in front of me, and I soaped up her back, and her ass cheeks, and her taut thighs as they were exposed to me. As I rinsed off my fingers, I teased her vaginal opening, and rinsed. I rushed to the door to help with her case, “Hello Frank” she greeted me with a peck on the cheek and a big hug and oh could I feel her soft breasts rubbing against my chest. “Hello Megan, you have grown and are looking more beautiful than ever” I responded as I hugged her for longer than I should. Her jeans looked like they had been painted on they were so tight but they did show off her perfect arse and a very nice cameltoe at the front, she had certainly filled out in all the right places.