Archive for July, 2010
I’m actually going to the gym for escapism.
“You know how you’ve been jacking off to pay per view porn and sending me your cum while you’ve been away for work and mailing it to me and I’ve been squirting it up my cooter with a turkey baster?”
A very interesting day?
Who cares? The closest thing I have to either is hidden in my bottom drawer. Thanks a lot for being hundreds of miles away, husband.
Husband is in Cali. again. Going to see Eclipse tonight. Yup.