It was in the early 70’s when I first met my wife. I saw her running down the beach that ran in front of my recently remodeled home. She was lean and supple in her string bikini. That first night, after she accepted my offer to have dinner, we made passionate love. She was a sexual maniac.

She stood in front of me and slowly stripped her clothing off as I sat on the bed yanking my own chain. She walked to the bed slipping her own fingers between her wet dripping lips. She wouldn’t let me touch her as she laid down besides me. She spread her legs invitingly and continued to slip her fingers down her swollen wet lips. She reached over and allowed me to taste her vintage from her fingers. I rolled over and straddled my head between her firm legs. I sucked at her hot juices as I tongued her clit. She moaned and held my head tight, not wanting me to move from the area. The secret of great sex is knowing where your women’s zone is. Once that area is aroused she is butter in your hands. As her excitement grew so did mine. I felt it pounding as it got harder. It became slightly uncomfortable as I continued eating her pussy, but I wasn’t willing to pull away just yet. I continued eating her as I reached up and played with her firm large breasts. I am a breast man… That is the first thing I notice on a women! If she doesn’t have firm large perky breasts, I don’t even waste my time talking with her… Amy turned on her side, pulling my head up to greet her own. We wrapped each other into our arms. We kissed and suckled each and every square inch of our skin. I pulled each breast into my mouth and sucked the nipples to hardness. Finally when I bored into her, she was dripping wet and very ready.