I went to the back bowls with a couple of the guys, and M went to the trails where they had a beginner and intermediate slopes. The guys and I started...our first run; the weather was beautiful and the snow powdery. You just could not ask for a better day. As we were ending our second run and entering the chalet, one of the hotel attendants ran up to us and asked our names. When I responded, he said to me, “Your wife has been taken to the hospital, she had a tragic fall, and it looks as if she. I guess I was naive enough to believe that if you give a woman enough orgasms she would be happy. I mean how bad could it be if she is panting and sweating and cumming all over your face? She has to love it, love you right? WRONG!After 3 days of repeated, intense love making Susan was still not enthusiastic, not a willing participant. She did not initiate our lovemaking, she just endured it. She still cringed when I touched her, was still stiff in my arms. Her kisses lacked passion. It was.... “And stop pulling my strings!”“Poor Uncle Bob,” she sighed, still rubbing her pussy on my wet thigh. “You know what your problem is?”I didn’t answer.“You need to get laid.” She grinned, kissed me on the chin, and then pushed out of the shower.I should have remembered that she asked for an orgasm and didn’t get one. Maybe my subconscious remembered all those times she told me she was going to go to bed and rub her pussy. And maybe my brain got weak, along with my knees as she sucked the spunk. This is my fantasy though of what I would have loved to happen.......I was hoping to take my case of mags to show Her this pic and what She’d made me do to it.....I found out where Her stand was on the exhibition map, and set off nervously in that direction, taking it slowly so that I didn’t stumble upon it unprepared. The stand was near the end of this row, and I stopped as soon as I saw Her. She and Her sister were sitting there, both in tight jumpers, and punters were chatting to Her, and.