...ittle though, and let out a short giggle. â€śIt doesnâ€™t matter, Bob. Itâ€™s not like thereâ€™s anything new under there, and weâ€™re both mature adults, right? Get a hold on your testosterone.â€ť He apologized, shifting his pants to relieve the pressure of his decreased crotch room.
She started going on about the kids, who was going to pick them up, etcetera. Bob just kept nodding, sneaking in every glance at her ample tits he could get. Due to her unique abilities, her physique hadnâ€™t changed since theyâ€™d been married.
â€śBobâ€¦BOB!â€ť He snapped back to reality. â€śGo grab some more milk out of the fridge.â€ť He obliged her, standing up from the table. As he did this, his incredibly muscular, fully erect penis tipped the table. He turned quickly so she wouldnâ€™t see, keeping his back to her. As he looked in the fridge, he turned ever so slightly to glance at the other side of the shelf. She noticed the bulge in his pants and smiled. He still wanted her after all these years. I have to get him into me, she thought. But how?
Bob, hunching over slightly to hide his still-massive erection, hobbled over to the table ad slid in, thinking she hadnâ€™t seen. As he passed the milk, he stopped abruptly. He felt the swee...