Again – we are getting older and things have kind of settled on that front. Also my wife has put on some weight with the years – not a lot but eno...ugh to where the changes in her body are more of a concern to her than they are to me. I have changed some as well and am not as trim and fit as I used to be either of course. I still catch guys checking her out occasionally. Whenever I try to tell her that she tells me I am hugely mistaken and that no guy ever checks her out. Sorry – being a guy I. When I did, I finally got a good look at him: he was around 45, in good shape, and wearing a blue polo and a pair of khaki shorts. I was expecting him to look entirely weird, but this looked like a normal guy you’d expect to see coaching a little league team or playing a pickup game of football at the park. “just trust me.” he said. He locked the bathroom door and dropped to his knees, lightly rubbing the head of my cock with his hand. I still had no idea why I was doing this, I just knew this. " Perhaps it is just the Juniper tea," I responded, looking into her eyes."No. No, my child drinks that blessed tea every night with me. It's our little ritual you see," she answered, a tear in her eye."Mother, you have what I have. Let's give her my kiss," I said with a wry grin.My friend hugged me and kissed me. "You are a wonderful, Lord. I knew you'd care about my Vonna."I felt a bit of surprise at her words and she saw it."Vonna, is a popular girl's name in Juniper Hills," she said. I adjusted the robe further. I went to get the salad and my erect nipples were stretching on the bathrobe.“Come, Joy, have some salad.” I deliberately took a side position. I bent over while serving the salad on his plate so that my cleavage would be in the line of his vision. He could have a guilt-free look without worrying about my eyes catching him.I heard him let out a soft sigh. I prolonged the serving session for his pleasure and finally sat down opposite to him with my plate. We finished.