Yep. She came twice. I didn't. I am satisfied.
Sex at 60 seems way more complicated than 55, and it's not just the aches and pains. She's having problems. I've started to have problems. At first, I thought I was just being turned off by her abrupt drop in responsiveness, but it's more than that. Now, she's getting hormone treatments, so I'm hopeful. Nothing noticable yet, she reports. Maybe I need hormone treatments as well.
I need to get into a gym or dojo again! In my area, gyms are open, because the people in this state are batshit crazy, and understandably Covid-19 is raging here. I'm not going to set foot in one until I can get vaccinated. I need a gym because I am terminally lazy by temperment, a quality that has generally served me ably throughout my life, but it means that I need a dom or preferably a domme to tell me what to do down to the last push-up, punch, or kick for me to get it done. I have a heavy bag here at the house, but it has received practically zero attention these last few months.