I don't think you've got the guts. I don't think you've got enough courage to follow out the consequences of everything I've said to you tonight and ...everything I've done without you since we first got married. It should be obvious by now. You're a man with a bird-sized pecker and a loving wife you'll never be able to satisfy. I'm offering you a way to be happy and to make her happy too. To become truly married to each other, and to completely satisfy each other's desires. Are you willing. " Now the words didn't come so easy for the 37 year old wife and mother."Listen, there are some photos on this camera...and I'll show them to you now, that I don't know who took them but I think I deserve to know. I also must admit there are some photos on here that I'm not proud of and I'm trying not to be standing in judgement of others when I consider myself to be guilty too." With that, Cynthia turned on the camera and set it to show the pictures on the viewfinder. Don was sweating big. .. so delicious. The smell was wonderful. I didn't think I could get enough of it. I kept her nightshirt over my nose and mouth all the way to the bathroom door.When I handed the nightshirt to Mom, she put it on. Period. I didn't leave the room, and she didn't turn away. When she raised her arms over her head, her breasts rose, too, and I watched, transfixed. Mom was becoming more beautiful by the moment, and I was becoming less and less bothered by my enjoyment of her as a woman.After Mom got. She wondered if she could peel back the foreskin with her teeth.She tongued it out, pressed her teeth to the ring of skin, and with her hands forced the hot meat back into her mouth.Yes! More slippery flesh was exposed to the wash of her tongue. She continued forcing it. The bulk in her hands was firmer, much firmer.Suddenly, with a pop, the skin cleared the rim of the head and she sucked fast on bare head, slippery and hot and huge.She cried out with delight.Slipping off it she said, "Nick, I.