. I guess I would have to say it was sometime in my 40s that I noticed things were changing. Normally, for example, when I read erotic stories I got a...raging hard that just wouldn’t die until I came. But then, I noticed I would just plump a little and the juices would start flowing without ever really getting hard at all. I guess that was the first sign for me. Of course, Your mother and I began noticing a difference in how long it would take me to get hard again after I came. That was. " One of her lips slid through my lips with a sucking sound. "And how wet you get." Looking down I saw tiny bubbles in the lube that trickled out of her, filling in the crease between the smooth flaps laying to either side of her slit. "How soft and smooth your skin feels on my mouth." I dipped my tongue into her, her ample flesh parting easily to allow me to drill into the musky interior. She sighed heavily as I did this. I closed my mouth over her entire vagina, pulling all the skin out. However, before I got there, he told me that I “must bring my own condoms”, which to me made me think… hmmm if he doesnt have any condoms there then i’m sure to breed this sucker.So I go there without condoms, the door is unlocked… I walk in and find him laying down on a towel, with these girlie pajama pants on. Im assuming they were his girlfriends and that he likes to wear them to feel like less of a man and like the bitch that I was about to make him. So I went up to him, slid down his. “Light sensitivity,” I lie.Her smile turns into an apologetic frown. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t…”“It’s fine,” I interrupt. “I’ll take a craft beer. Whatever the special is.”“Is that all?” she asks.I nod, but she doesn’t move to leave. She’s rooted to her spot an arm’s length away, chewing a pouty lower lip while looking suddenly perplexed. “Do I… know you?” Her eyes scan for traces of recognition and I pull back uncomfortably.“Unlikely,” I lie again.“Strange…I…” she shakes her head, cutting off.