UtilityCurve
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As a widower (I was 52, she was 42) one of the things I miss most is the experience of lying back and being told a very dirty story (usually wife-sharing but also [REDACTED], [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] as well as breeding parties) while my wife edged me to the lip of a Valles Marineris (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valles_Marineris) in our bed.
Can't speak for her but I got the impression that my eventual geyser imitation both pleased and amused her.
I miss the carefully crafted care it took. And the smile on her face when she watched me ejaculate.
Only a widow(er) questions whether Shakespeare was right that it was better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. He, obviously to me, was neither.
Can't speak for her but I got the impression that my eventual geyser imitation both pleased and amused her.
I miss the carefully crafted care it took. And the smile on her face when she watched me ejaculate.
Only a widow(er) questions whether Shakespeare was right that it was better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. He, obviously to me, was neither.
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