“It sounds like you’re just in a rut,” she replied. “It’s not a rut. It’s just… I don’t know what it is.” “You’ve been married... for what? Ten years? This shit happens. You hit a rough patch. You get past it. It is what it is – a rut.” “Stop saying it’s a rut! That’s what happens to people who get divorced. We aren’t… that,” I argued. “Alright… how often are you fucking?” she asked. “Lindsay!” I was a little shocked, but not really. That’s exactly who Lindsay is and we’ve been friends for. I'm 47, 5.9, D Cup Tits shoulder length black & Blond hair tied back I've always been athletic went to the gym, I always thought I looked pretty good for my age and 3 k**s. The conversation got pretty personal, he talked about how things at home were very routine I was thinking the same my husband and I our sex life was routine when it happened I hadn't had sex in about three months. I still Love my husband but the routine was well very routine, Ted got up made us another drink he handed me my. I loved soaping up those big tits of hers. They were perfect to me. Just a little sag, which gave them a nice bounce when she moved, and she knows how to use them. Anna told me she was glad that they turned me on. Her areola are a darker red and love to be sucked on, and they shrink up a little when excited. I could’ve spent the rest of our time there soaping them up over and over. We went to the lounge with Anna wearing a dress that left little to the imagination, very low-cut, no bra, and. So we didnt have adequate time to chit- chat at home. My father didnt bother the complaint my mother made that we two brothers should be studying in a same country. Let me tell you about my big brother. He looks around 5’9” tall. He has an adorable good physique that every girl longs for. He is privileged with his wonderful smile and blissful eyesight. My bro is not so much interested in facebook but he never forgets to send his newly taken photos with his colleagues. He is really good looking.