He quickly found out though as she produced a tiny rubber-coatedbaby spoon and held it out for him. He took it hesitantly. The thingwas so small. B...t it was better than eating with his fingers. Hestuck the spoon into the cereal and scooped some up. He was dismayedto see how little the spoon had picked up. Not much to put into hismouth. He tasted the cereal, bland, very bland, but eatable. Itdidn't taste like any oatmeal he had ever had. He tried to scoop up abigger amount and put it. My familiar touch inspired a breathy moan—she knew I knew my way around her sensitive spots.With half-closed eyes, she murmured softly as my fingers danced around her clit, gasping when I tugged the lips that hid it, tensing as I gently wiggled the swelling nub.I stroked faster, watching her porcelain face and chest turn pink with her excitement. In whimpers, she urged me not to stop; nonetheless, I did. Mopping up some of her creamy ooze with my left palm, I applied it to my shaft, yanking. Not one of my women would admit to using it but the grass catcher was full and I had to empty it.That night in bed while we were making love my wife finally admitted that she had been riding my new lawnmower and that it had a very unique vibration in high speed. She explained that if she holds a golf ball between her legs inside her panties so that it touches her clitoris and then she leans forward while in high speed that she can achieve a powerful orgasm every few minutes. How to hell do. We were holding hands in a silence that was deliciously intimate and awkward at the same time.After what seemed an eternity lying naked with her, she kissed me gently on my lips and whispered she loved me. She asked if I loved her and I hugged her tight and said yes I did and kissed her again.She stroked my face and asked would I do to her what she had done to me. I was nervous and afraid so I told her that I didn’t think I was ready for that yet. She said it was OK if I didn't and I could just.