Over the years I suppose I’ve had a pretty normal sex life.
I remember as a young teenager walking with a pretty girl, holding her hand, whilst my other hand was stuffed in my pocket trying desperately to restrain an extremely precum wet erection.
I remember losing my virginity to, let’s say a slightly larger than average girl. To this day I’m unsure if I even penetrated her vagina, or orgasmed into a convienient if somewhat pleasant fold of skin.
I remember the sex with my first wife, the days of pantie girdles, where having managed to gain access to her pussie under the steel like materials of the girdle, the constriction on your hand rendered it useless and numb.
I remember the excitement of extra marital sex, back seat of a coach, under the stairs in a hotel, in small sports cars never designed for that and sontimes in huge beds designed for nothing else.
I remember wondering why more women won’t give oral sex, except in porn films.
Now in my 70s, I look back on all this, still enjoying regular sex, still enjoying masturbation, still enjoying looking at pretty girls, but still looking for the sign that a female gives a blow job.