Everything is fine except for the fact that my wife has been a little out of tune when it comes to sex mainly because of illness and so I have not bee...n satisfied for almost 2 years now. My story begins when I had to take care of my two girls alone while my wife was recovering from illness at her mom’s place which is also a nursing home for recovering patients in Az. And so since it was so far away I would normally take the kids so we can spend most weekends visiting Mandy. Being lonely and. While my hands were busy exploring, his hands had made their way to the hem of my T-shirt and he was caressing the skin above my hip. He had told me that he had never done anything like this before, so I took the initiative and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it into the backseat. Before the shirt was even completely over my head, his hands were on my breasts, his mouth following as he reached out to kiss each one. He then sucked one nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth,. ’ ‘I don’t suppose he was at least gentle?’ ‘Hardly.’ ‘Anything I can do to help?’ ‘I don’t think so.’ ‘You know,’ she said, ‘I had tonight off, so the bed is clean if you want to crash there.’ ‘God, that would be great.’ ‘Go on,’ she said. ‘I’ll go get you a pillow.’ I went back into the room and climbed into the bed. The sheets smelled fresh and I relaxed into them. She came out and put a pillow on the mattress. ‘Thanks, Lori,’ I said, snuggling down into it. Unlike the sheets, the pillowcase. Her beautiful breasts were firm despite their fullness. Two perfectly rounded globes with two small, dark red areola and two perky nipples pointing slightly upwards. Her breasts were a regular issue of discussion among her acquaintances. Males lecherously wondering if those virtually perfect breasts were natural, females disdainfully and enviously proclaiming that those could only be fake tits. But they were in fact, despite seemingly sculptured after what men generally dreamed of as ?perfect.