I turned the lights off and we sat quietly watching the flames for a long time when my sister looked at me and finally broke the silence with “can I... ask you a personal question?”“Sure Swetha, I asked you a few earlier,” I responded and smiled at her with encouragement.“Did you and your wife have oral sex?” she pondered softly.I let her question sink in and said “Yes Swetha, we did it pretty often.” I added “she y wasn’t real big on doing it to me, but loved to receive it, so I did it to her all. Only a man with such wisdom and maturity could be so concise and succinct in phrasing his feelings at this turning point in his life."I've outlived my dick."A Poem - by Willie NelsonMy nookie days are over,My pilot light is out.What used to be my pride and joy,Is now my water spout.Time was when, on its own accord,From my trousers it would spring.But now I've got a full time job,To find the friggin thing.It used to be embarrassing,The way it would behave.For every single morning,It would stand. “I’m okay," she said, "Don’t look so worried! I’ve had a good cleanup. I’m a bit sore, but no real damage. I want another cup of tea, some more water and some toast. Then I’m going to have another bath, a real one, a long one, with all my oils and potions in it, I’ll be in there at least an hour and I DON’T want to be disturbed, sir.” she laughed. We drank tea, ate toast and chatted for half an hour. She was sore and I was sore as well, our soreness blamed on the dress. “Can’t blame the dress,”. "Thank you, Carol," I said sheepishly. With a big smile, she replied, "You are very welcome." The ladies then sat down and we all started eating. When Carol sat down her blouse fell open again. I had a perfect view of her cleavage. I couldn't help but stare. Carol kept glancing my way during the conversation. I didn't try to hide the fact that I was staring this time. I just kept admiring those nice tits, and she made no effort to cover them this time. She leaned over a little and looked my way.