Gene did a pretty good saunter back into the kitchen, remember to place one foot directly in front of the other and swing his hips a little as he walk...d. He gulped the cool coffee down and poured himself anther cup of the dark brew. Pulling on the terry-cloth robe he carefully sauntered out to the patio for a cigarette; remember to keep his shoulders back to the nipples jammed into the terry cloth. With coffee cup in hand Jean, as he thought of himself when dressed, lit her first smoke of the. I looked deeply into my heart, then reached over and took her in my arms."Sweetheart ... that's ... wonderful, incredible, terrifying. I ... how do you feel?" A bit frightened, I must admit. Do you mind, Dave?" How could I mind? It's just a bit ... well, actually an enormous, shock." Dave, I want this baby. I want your baby, but I want to be a mother, and I thought I never would be. I'm frightened of all the problems that can happen with first pregnancies in older women. But, I really want this. I admit never in my wildest imagination could I have pictured what happened next but in the context of this encounter it just sort of played out. Gripping my wife’s hips I buried my face in her neatly trimmed crotch my tongue lapping away at his salty spunk. I could tell from her reaction it was a tremendous turn on and she ground her pubic area down on my face in a manner to say “get it all baby”. She moaned with pleasure and I felt her torso tremble. He was kneeling off to our side rubbing. But the mere fact she’d decided to reply after an hour stewing in her emotions told me she now wanted to talk. Her words may have still been angry, but her action spoke louder than those words in telling me where her mind was at. The words she’d used were her coded way of retaining self-respect, letting me know I was in for a tongue-lashing for all the ages, but also clearly signaling she wanted to talk.“Hi Veronica,” I opened with, knowing that any term of endearment would have been a bullet.