“You must be carefull my son,” said the priest, “This is an extremely precious liquid.”“Oh! Yer,” said Joe, “What yer got der den.”“...Well my son, this is a bottle of holy water, if I rub this on a woman’s tummy, she’ll pass a baby.”“Oh! Wow, dats nuffin,” sneered Joe, “This is a bottle of acid, an ifn I puts it on a dogs ball it’ll pass a motorbike.”An elderly couple, always arguing and trying to put each other down, were closing on their 60 anniversary. Because they argued all the time, they. As she would do her chores, she would have to bend and do them. Like sweeping and mopping. On a study holiday, I was writing something and she had to bend down and sweep.Her pallu fell off her shoulder, revealing the deepest of cleavages. She noticed me staring at them and adjusted herself and continued her work. I had to wank off else my mind would remain fixed. From that onwards I would always stare at her. I would wait for her to come and work in our home.I would stare at her breasts, ass,. You feel pressure on the side of the bed wondering what's about to happen, you feel her weight shit once more and you find her wet cunt back in your mouth and feel her tongue wrap around your clit.The pressure is now both sides of your head and feeling her moan into you, you assume it's knees as you hear her then cry out. Now having her arse fucking you continue to suck and lap at her, she uses your bent legs to hold herself up and you feel a head between your legs. You're quick to cum and moan. "I would estimate that Joe will need, oh what, say thirty minutes..." Thirty minutes?!" Beth said surprised."Yes dear. That the average time we..." at this point my wife blushed. "Yes. Thirty minutes. Don't you think so dear?" she asked me."Oh. I don't know." No, I didn't think you would. It was a rhetorical question."Sometimes I suspect that she thinks that I'm a little, well week in the head. But let me assure you I am not. It's just that I never seems to know what she talks about."But - but.