Those days were long past, but his love and concern for anything that affected her adversely was as strong as ever."What's wrong?" he was asking befor... she'd even finished walking up to him."I need help," she announced uncharacteristically."Anything," Bill replied immediately, not at all worried about what he might be committing himself to. Anna had helped him through so much in his life by now, it was hard to believe that she didn't already have the answers to everything.Anna took Bill's hand. The simple business of sticking a cock into her cunt could never threaten a marriage, certainly not mine, which has survived k**s, the hard times and gentle ageing.It's true that she needs to have a younger lover, someone with a bigger dick, to satisfy her growing needs as she gets closer to sixty, than fifty.Watching that eight inch cock sliding smoothy into her still quite slim slit, inside an impeccably shaved labia and pubic area, could never dim my affection.As her lower body moved in. I was in my night dress which you can see in movies. Night dress which will be up to the knee. I was wearing a blue color one which my honey loves it. He came and hugged me from behind and enquired about the baby and kissed me on the neck. I turned my head and kissed him on lips. He started talking and while talking he was moving his hand all over my belly and slowly went down and touched my pussy region over the dress. Then he slowly raised my night dress from knee level to thigh level and. “You mean because of her illness?”“Exactly. Angie is not responsible for anything that happened. And no, I’m not blaming myself, except perhaps for not recognizing she needed help.”“You’re no psychologist and you sure aren’t going into psychiatry as a specialty. There’s a reason for those specialties.”“Oh, I know; but when she made her ‘sleep with me now’ demand, I should have called her counselor. And no, I’m not blaming myself; I’m just saying I should have done that. And now I’ve learned a.