I mentioned the belly-dancing show, below, down there, somewhere.
The wife has done it twice...followed the show and done the exercises you nasty fuckers, and you know who thou art...
...and last night, we came together in violent Wide-Screen Snogarama, and she rode my mouth in the houth, on the couth, and then, fearing discovery, we locked ourselves in her room and dayum...
Yeah, I know all about muscle memory...it's real, and she has miles and miles of it, but sheeite, I felt cables of steel in her back that haven't been there in quite a while, what with birthing the nubbins, and all.
I worked her ass muscles the way I used to, and she came in my mouth, one foot on the floor, the other leg straddling me. Two weeks ago, she would have cramped up, and needed a ref to call foul on me. Last night, she rode my tongue like it was at the fair, and she'd tipped the carny five bucks for an extra long ride.
And I've been doing the neck portions of the workout along with her, so I was able to maintain docking procedures, and hover there, underneath the feeder, like a hummingbird, lapping and lipping her sweet mound, and...
This shit works, people. Check it out.
Yeah, she was in her 20's when we met, 7 years younger than I, but we're both over 40 now, and I tongue her til she thinks she will die.
And then she rides me hard, I tongue her nipples deep while she shudders and cums, and she doesn't wake up sore. Nor I.
And my favorite part? Yep, my kids are going to read this, and squirm in horror, and perhaps lose their eyesight from panic blindness for a while.