“It’s ok sweetie, we didn’t have time for a long one anyway. Go get cleaned up and get dressed for the party.” Jackson stumbled away obvious...y spent but with a mind trying to answer a thousand different questions at once. Why couldn’t he perform like he used to? Why didn’t he seem to be cumming when he had an orgasm? What if he can’t ever fuck his wife the way she deserved again?Those thoughts began returning as the whiskey started working its magic on Jackson. He was on his way back to. When she was little and she was afraid to sleep alone in her room Daddy would come in and make a big show of scaring off any monsters that were under her bed or in her closet. If that didn’t work, he’d let her sleep in the bed between him and Mom. Emma had never felt quite so safe as when his arms were around her and her head rested against his chest. She wasn’t that little girl anymore though. She was sixteen. Him trying to keep her his little girl was a horrible mistake. Still, saying what. No kids came in spite of a lot of trying. I can’t get pregnant, we found out. Well, I’ll save on birth control!So sex is only for fun now. And I sure think it’s fun! And it was a lot of fun when I was single. A virgin at twenty-four when I met my future husband (MFH), he helped me see beyond the controlling teachings of my fundamentalist parents. I finally realized that sex was a natural appetite and good for me when, like eating or any other natural activity, it was done responsibly. I studied. This too was to her a precious keepsake; a memento to remember him by – the luxurious sensation of his mouth on her pussy.Carlo now parted her lips with both his hands and found the object of his deepest desires. Claudia’s clit was the epicenter of his world at that very moment and he devoted his full attention to it. Up, down, in tight circles and slow meanders, he tickled and savoured its smooth silkiness for what seemed like a blissful eternity. The effect on Claudia was intense; she moaned.