Free Blogger: BIG LEAGUE FACIALS - BIGLEAGUEFACIALS.COM looked at each other for a few moments as they sipped their wine. Mary had always fancied John. She speculated on his penis - what it would be like to handle it - feel it penetrate her. John was a gentleman of the old school. Intelligent and quite witty. Now in her late fifties, Mary had no expectation of sex, though thoughts and memories of past physical enjoyment came to mind from time to time. Particularly after a few glasses of wine, her mind would dwell on the more exciting aspects of her sex. And this was one of those occasions. There was a feeling of unease inside her. A slight ache, which troubled her. Her mind was fixed on sex. Mary had never been a passionate lover, her enjoyment of the act being more calculated - more sensuous - more delightful. Her orgasms were always well controlled and thoroughly sublime. She preferred a partner of similar deliberations in his approach to love making, rather than one who rushed to his own climax. There had been several in her life. Her husband, though, usually - but not always if her fantasies during sex were particularly thrilling - fell short of her needs, which frequently gave rise to her necessity for careful and calculated masturbation to reach a climax. Mary's sexual needs had faded over recent years, though she still enjoyed the occasional relaxing hour on a warm summer's day, lying naked on her bed, feeling her genitals all over with both hands, carefully spreading the seeping honey across the soft folds, coaxing them to a long drawn out, satisfying orgasm. It always amazed Mary that every orgasm came upon her as a completely new surprise, a fresh experience, jerking her loins in exhilaration. The result was always a feeling of contentment as she lay there with hand cupping her soft, warm vulva.
