”Jesse leaned over and took his hand and was pleasantly excited to see him ogle her budding boobs that were her original equipment and were not alte...ed in any way except by some shots that promoted their ripeness for fondling. She had added some padding in her rear end to enhance her flanks for visual effect but they were easily removed as they were attached to the inside of her pantyhose that controlled her male package out of sight and out of mind. All she had to do was to keep his focus on. I don’t even know but barely what they even are!” “Do you want to know what it involves?” My slightly drunk and slightly horny self responded with a “Yes.” “May I get your name before I start the educational process?” “Tana.” “Ok, Tana. Lie on your back across the bed. Open your mouth for the lime.” Then he poured a bit of tequila on my tummy and spread salt on to the wet area. “Are you ready for me to do one, he asked?” “Sure, I’m ready.” Good gosh, I thought. Am I crazy? He poured a. “Elder,” she scoffed. “You’re only forty-five.” “And you’re…what… twenty?” “I’m twenty-five,” she said, raising her chin. “Twenty-five, huh?” he said, shuffling. “Maybe Old Maid is appropriate, then.” “Oh, you ass!” she yelled and swing her hand to slap him. He easily dodged it, laughing. “Oh,” she said, suddenly serious. He looked at her and then looked to his left, following her gaze. She was looking at the clock. “It’s already midnight. When does Joanne get here usually?” “Around one o’clock. Even so, loving her as I did, I had enjoyed the sex very much.After a few years, as in most marriages, our sex life became a bit boring for me, there was little or no variety and we fucked less frequently. Christy had become more interested in her career and less interested in sex. She had never initiated sex, and would often put me off with one excuse or another. I had become frustrated, but couldn't find the courage to discuss my feelings with her. I knew how uncomfortable she was discussing.