No, we just ended up walking around in his pool high and singing songs by The Wiggles.
I didn't cheat on him. Cheating means finding out. I made sure he was at work first. After the guy left I got shitfaced just so nothing seemed out of the ordinary when he came home.
You discussed the Arab/Israeli conflict with the guy behind the counter at the Kebab shop telling him you supported his people. He was clearly Asian.
He finally admitted that he was drunk when I asked him how he got the rug burn on his chin and he replied "the worm contest"
still doesn't change the fact you were dunking your sock in the toilet.
Why am I getting the stink eye from these people? They're acting like BYOB isn't kosher in a laundromat.
Quesedillas should not make me weep and drinking water should not make me feel like god is giving me mouth to mouth. Never again.
That's the saddest description of touching yourself I've heard since someone said "I was just lazily rubbing my clitoris while eating Cheetos alone"
you haven't really lived until you are in a situation where your vagina is hanging out
I don't know his last name, but he's in phone as Pat the conqueror.
I licked your asshole in confidence.
Like I just wanted some midlife crisis fun, not drama as big as his dick.
His sister gave me the "if you hurt him I will break your neck" talk. I didn't know how to tell her we're not a couple.
After we had sex he gave me a thumbs up... fucking A&M Aggies, man
You kissed my hand and then put a Taco in it. Why WOUDNT I leave my husband?
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