So, I’m having this wonderfully delicious dream, which involved a hotel room, a shower, and wicked hot oral sex…
then I wake up, and see that my wife has gone to the store. To buy Harry Potter.
And? tampons.
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You and Doug should form a club. He always whines about sex the ONLY time I don’t want it.
I was really upset because of the emergency surgery, I didn’t think I’d be able to get Harry Potter at midnight.
My wonderful husband headed to get it for me at midnight.
He definitely earned a blow job.