A dwarfed flower-tree stood in a corner near the shelves that held spare ovoids of soap, hairpins and bathing-flannels, its artfully twisted branches ...rooping with massive bouquets of multicolored flowers that shed fragrant petals in such numbers that the redheaded slave need sweep the floor with a rence-stalk broom at least twice a day. Strange thoughts came unbidden to Tismyna’s mind as she basked in the cool water. Kajirae. I really don’t know what to think of them. So base, so. “That’s it baby fuck my pussy. I’m going to use my pussy and milk your cock. Is that what you want? You want me to milk my favorite trouser snake?” she asks.“Oh God yes, please baby make me cum.”“Oh, it feels so good. Give it to me. Give me all your baby cream.”I reach around and grab her small breast and hold on. I can feel Akira trying to meet my thrust with her own, her vice like pussy keeping a tight grip on my throbbing cock. Within a few minute I feel the lava in my balls that is my cum. A spitting image of his mother too, again he kissed her, then his hand found her fast wetting crutch, his memory straying to that time with his mother, the crunch of his fathers car tyres on the gravel outside, that moment when he knew it was impossible and he needed to get to his room… But not this time, this time she was his…this time …undoing his fly and pulling out his stiffness, he hauled the knickers to one side and without foreplay or more ado, roughly crammed his tool into his Aunt till. Nevertheless, our sex life had gotten less and less frequent, and more and more dull ('stale' would bee another word for it); till it eventually stopped altogether. I knew a number of guys facing similar circumstances, so I knew I wasn't unique. Still, though I do love my wife (I've known her for so long that I can't imagine no longer living with her), I began to resent her for no longer being interested in sex! It wasn't so much her fault, as it was the specter of menopause that had come to.