Does it?Night fell as I sank into depression. I grabbed a beer in anticipation of spending the night alone, wondering what Garrett was thinking. But t...o beers in, I heard his keys at the door. My heart skipped. I still hoped something good would come of it.He entered, smiled and went to his room. I finished my second beer and went for a third.“Hey, can you grab me one too?” At least he didn’t sound mad.I grabbed two, popped the caps and headed for his room. “Here.” I was afraid to show. It wobbled, then it was a no show.My period missed, not one month but the next and by the third I knew, puberty in reverse, part of me gone, eggless, post-menopausal. I fretted and checked there were no sprouting lip hairs in the mirror and worried.Am I still a woman?Compounding my doubts, was hubby's declining libido, from twice a week to once or less, his saddle lacking its firm horn. Uninterested in foreplay, it switched from booty to duty call. He surreptitiously viewed porn to prep himself. ?Stand up and stroke yourself. Go to every table and give each Mistress the chance to touch and stroke you in any way you want. Come back here in 16 minutes. But DO NOT CUM? That meant 4 minutes a table, 1 minute for each Mistress. At the first table the Mistresses stroked my cock slowly, sensually, gently. My cock was so hard ,it was throbbing. It was all I could do to control myself. At the next table the Mistresses enjoyed scratching my cock with their beautiful, long fingernails, and then. ‘Oh god! Adam, what are you doing here?!’ Shivering and looking sad, Adam replied, ‘I need to talk to you, can I come in?’ ‘Yes, of course, of course,’ Krystina closed the door behind him and ran to grab a towel. ‘Thank you,’ Adam took the towel with such force you’d have thought it was the last bit of food he would ever eat. ‘Adam, what are you doing here? It’s almost 1 a.m. and clearly, it’s pouring out. Is everything with your mom ok?’ Krystina’s green-brown eyes burned with concern. ‘No,.