And that evening, massage after supper and yoga and exercise became a standard part of the routine. Sex Jo apparently believed me because her face fell. As I looked up to see what was happening I got a face full of her pee. Once a week like clockwork she insisted I cum down her throat. She said that she stopped the day I took an interest in that small triangle of hair that was growing between her legs. I can’t stand it with you outside me.”
I didn’t need an invitation. After her back rub she got on her bed and there in her gorgeous nudity she said, “Sit down, Tommy.” And continuing after I sat down, “You do so much for me without asking for anything back. It took fortitude to get up, wash up and get dressed, but I did, and announced to the kids that in the middle of our conversation she passed away. We were too tired to move. I pointed out that if we showered together I could wash parts of her better than she could and vice versa.