I appreciate your help with that, but I'm also trying to improve our communication. Did Dan tell you any of this?" "Um, yes. I think it's a good thing.... You're getting a little outside of his comfort zone and that's good. He was... losing interest."Losing interest? It is very good to hear that insight while I can do something to fix it. Like many women, during the truly unhappy years of my marriage, I tried and failed to do things to 'spice up our marriage' or 'keep the romance alive', mainly by. I went straight upstairs and knowing she would be coming up soon to either scold me or apologize (I wasn't sure which) I went straight into my bedroom and pulled my pants and underwear to the floor leaving the door open, I went into the bathroom.my wife has always told me I am somewhat "Blessed", I have an 8 1/2" long c*** which is quite thick, I stood in front of the mirror at the sink, C*** in hand stroking it, I heard her come upstairs, Searching for me, I heard her go to the kitchen, Living. But as I turned away, she asked me, “Could you help me a bit”. Caught. I’ll need to do the best I can.There was only a limited room around the sink, and we kept brushing up against one another. It was innocent, but when she turned, I could feel her rear rub against the lump in my pants. Nature designed us both that way – I felt tingles up my cock.She must have felt it too. She turned and looked me straight in the eyes. Fixed me with her stare. I couldn’t pull away.“You are married, but you find. When she finally fell limp against my chest, she said, "What you said doesn't give either of us license to fuck around." Correct."She giggled. "We'll have to defer the blow job practice until tomorrow afternoon."Also the love-isn't-limited discussion, I thought, the most difficult concept for me to understand and accept from my discussions with my sister. I hadn't accepted the concept until I fell in love with Pearl and knew, without a doubt, that I didn't love Sandy any less.No, tomorrow.