...e. As he did this, his incredibly muscular, fully erect penis tipped the table. He turned quickly so she wouldn’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 hadn’t seen. As he passed the milk, he stopped abruptly. He felt the sweet caress of a hand on his cock, even from all the way across the table. He looked up slowly. Helen had stretched her hand across the room to him. She licked her lips, sultry and ready. Bob pushed the table across the house. He grabbed his wife’s arm, using it as a rope to pull her back to him. He threw his arms around her, kissing her. He picked her up and carried her to the living room.
Setting her down on the couch, he slid her pants and panties down to knee height. He dug his face into her crotch, noting that she had shaved that very morning, apparently. His tongue, packed with muscle, almost completely filled her as he vibrated it with his incredible muscular control. She orgasmed, then, thirty seconds later, ...