I moved my hand to his bulge….which was nothing but, in the darkness….His cock was way too big and hard for his trunks, standing as a pole up agai...nst his ripped stomach….I couldn’t even get my hand around it.There was pre cum leaking out of his huge young black cock, which taste so good as I licked his big head and wrapped my lips around his massive shaft, stretching my mouth more than I had ever felt before…I threw him down on the sunbed and crawled between his strong, muscular thighs, feeling. The coffee pot was perking away. Everything was ready. The plates and silverware were on the table along with the coffee cups. Before I turned on the gas to heat the pan, I knocked on my mom and sisters doors to roust them out of bed.“I’m doing the omelet so you better get out here!”They both straggled in as everything was ready to eat. Mom had on a bath robe that reached an inch or so above her knees. Millie had on her short night gown. Mom came over to me and placed her hands on my bare. I heard more voices as I heard Dina screaming in orgasm. I really wanted to watch, but the cocksucking cumslut in me was pleased nonetheless. I kissed this new dickhead, then kissed each of his balls. They were big hangers. Love that. I sucked the side of his cock back to the head. I was rewarded with a drip of previous and another drop. As I engulfed his dong, I heard something but couldn't make it out. He grabbed my head and pulled me forward. Took about half when I saw some flashes.. My therapist said I should talk to you about this and God knows I have tried. That is the reason I waited until I was on this two-week business trip to share what he suggested. He says I am clinically what he would classify as a Wittol. Look it up. I don't know the exact definition.We as a couple, click on all levels. Well, almost all. The only thing I have seen lacking in our relationship is our diminishing love life. It's not anyone's fault and I'm certainly not blaming you. I think we have.