“Here you are” I gave the magazines to the kid. His face lit up.“Thank you, uncle” he grabbed and gave me a big smile.His mother also beamed.�...�Really, you shouldn’t have taken the risk.You could have missed the train” she told me.“No chance.I can out run the train any day. I am champion runner in my college”I told her.Husband took out his wallet.“Thanks a lot, this will keep him quiet.Otherwise he will nag us to death.Please let me pay for the magazines” He started taking out money. I refused to. And then I ran into Jennifer, still dressed in her old, long skirt, still covered up, still with no hint of sexiness about her, losing an armload of books going up the awkward steps toward the Classroom Building. What was it about Jen that changed everything, from that very first moment? She was a bit flustered, with losing the books, and still shy, even though she had known me for years. When I had offered to walk her the rest of the way to class, to lighten her burden, she told me at first. Mary and I rolled around dry fucking until it was time for her to get dressed. I went into my closet and once my eyes adjusted to the darkness I watched as she carefully dressed. We heard the front bell ring right on time and we both realized the moment of truth had arrived. I scurried off to my darkened cave. I heard Mary open the door. "Can I get you a highball Patrick?" She asked. "Sure, I could use a drink right now as a matter of fact, make it a double." There was the usual small. When my cock started to go soft before either of us had an orgasm all I could do was apologise. When the same thing happened again a week later, I started to get worried. It was bad enough thinking that maybe I was losing the ability to satisfy my wife but to lose it, even temporarily at that point, was an absolute disaster.When the first of our children was born, our sex life went down the toilet. Erica always seemed to be too tired, or at least that was the excuse. I'd be surprised if we.