I should. But hear me out, and give me a little time. I'm still trying to figure it out myself."She was quiet for a while. I could see the tension in ...er face, so I moved and sat next to her in the tub, and put one hand on her shoulder, and my other hand on her knee, not to caress but to comfort. She began to relax, and then she continued."Emily, I've been having fantasies. When I've been making love to Paul, I can't get off anymore unless I imagine he's somebody else." Sara, that's normal.. He patted the slight, trim pudge of his belly. He scratched at the itchy spot beside his balls, which were coated in a svelte down. His beak was navy-colored to match his arms and feet, and the malleable portions of his lips smiled as his dazed green eyes glimpsed downwards.He was sporting the father of all morningwood erections. His curved navy-hued dick arched at attention as if performing a full salute. His oblong glans appeared fairly swollen, and he was sure if he gave them a poke he'd be. There must be someone..." "There was," I told him, "but it didn't work out." That was all I planned to say about it, but he started probing. He gradually got out of me that I was so nervous when we tried to have sex that I couldn't get it up. She took offense, didn't understand my explanation, and that was it. "And you haven't tried since?" I explained that that was only a couple of months ago that it got to that point. To get off the subject of me I started asking him about himself. He was. The old man could feel her hot muscles gripping; like he was pushing his finger between two squeezed balloons. He tried to bend them and Michelle gave another grunt her head still looking seductively back over her shoulder. He pressed in more firmly.The flesh yielded a little until his fingers became frustrated they could travel no further."Oh Michelle do you like that? You feel so tight and hot."The blonde tart didn't answer, instead just gave another sensuous groan."Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"He.