Ever since his "seeds" therapy to treat his prostate cancer,
he certainly has atrophied. His hardon used to be able to
dance a veritable jig when he would flex those muscles. He'd
fool me when I took careful aim to toss a cute little rope
ring so as to "get a ringer", and up it would go, out of my
aimed-range and I missed. Of course, hubby now can't even get
it hard enough any more to put it in my pussy. Oh well, we
still like to fuck around doing other kinky things. Ciao.