I was afraid I was going to hurt her because I was thrusting my hips as I came hard. She was getting hot and wet. I harvested a nice load of fiddleheads for dinner tonight. It’s an unassuming multi-branch plant that looks kind of like a clover with serrated leaves. She pulled my socks off, then took my right foot in her hands tenderly. And she got up and took her top off! The feeling of my wife’s thick lips closing over the shaft was other-worldly. She then paused for a minute, then placed another kiss on my foot, this one much wetter. She cried out and started shaking uncontrollably. It just doesn’t do much for her, but she has sex for my benefit. I slowly worked my finger back and forth over her slit, sliding a bit deeper with each pass. Did I do wrong?”
“No honey,” I said as I floated on a blissful warm cloud of post-orgasmic bliss. What a waste if I never get this opportunity again I will kick myself.
