Recommend Blogs: MR CAMELTOE was seated in my chair, my wife was asleep in our bedroom (I'm a night owl), with a brandy alongside and my pipe in my hand. The radio was playing old 1940's & 1950's music, and my thoughts began to drift.
My mind turned back to those early days in my Naval career when thoughts of Jean sprang to mind and I suddenly experienced an epiphany.
I knew and understood the gifts she had given me from our relationship.
When she took my hand or fingers and placed them here or there she was communicating, the same way she was communicating when she asked me to kiss her or touch her somewhere. When she asked me to slow down or keep doing what I was doing she was not only communicating but at the same time teaching me to be patient. When she screamed and her body stiffened up and then shuddered in climax she was really communicating because she was giving me a Bravo Zulu (well done).
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