TW and I were going to be home alone tonight and tomorrow, until son #2 decided he needs to be closer to work this weekend. That means both him and his fiancee will be here. DAMN IT! Those new riding crops aren’t going to spank TW’s ass by themselves! We need some alone time so TW can scream out her orgasms. Damn it, damn it, damn it!
Of course, TW’s magical, mystery, pre-menopausal period was here and then not here, then here again, then not, then here yet again. We think it’s gone but one can never tell. And no, she’s not spotting because she’s pregnant. She swallows.
Yeah, this getting older shit is swell.