I hit 40 last week and I"m convinced the notion of love/infatuation is for the young.
Marry for money, that way when she pisses you off or vice versa, you can go to the second house.
To each their own I guess but if she was nekkid in front of me and asking for it, I would oblige.
Critize us base fuckers all you want while you yank it but the warm hole wins every time.
At first I thought, cool, Kate lives in the same city as me; then I found out she had a hoof and now I want to be her cowboy.
You could footfuck that thing.