that i am into fat chicks getting railed by track dogs? who can be honest about that?she will understand.
that i am into fat chicks getting railed by track dogs? who can be honest about that?she will understand.
I think you do hope she is reading tonight. She caught you masturbating to bestiality. You stammered and couldn't come up with a good explanation. Now that you've had time, you posted this. Hoping she will see it and buy this shitty story you've concocted.
I think you do hope she is reading tonight. She caught you masturbating to bestiality. You stammered and couldn't come up with a good explanation. Now that you've had time, you posted this. Hoping she will see it and buy this shitty story you've concocted.
That's what I was thinking. All us married sods have done it, so hey. It's OK, Prole.
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nah, i am just playing with you.
just tell her you were buying a surprise gift for her on the internet...yeah, that sounds good, i hope.
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nah, i am just playing with you.
just tell her you were buying a surprise gift for her on the internet...yeah, that sounds good, i hope.
"Surprise honey, I was buying a dog to fuck you, from DogsForFuckingYourFatWife.com!"
i was once sitting on my living room couch strung out at 4AM. the remote was missing, and i was too tired to get up and change the channel. my roommate came downstairs and caught me jerking off to an episode of sabrina the teenage witch.no shame in that brother
Depends, there were two Sabrina shows. One is MUCH shame
beef stew and disgusting stuff leading to a deceptive situation:lol
That reminds me of a story. Something my uncle did years and years ago.
He was on a plane with a friend, and they had a can of beef stew for whatever reason. At some point, the friend decided to take a sick bag and pour the stew into it. He then called the stewardess to take it away. The stewardess grabbed this bag of what appeared to be partially digested meat and vegetables floating in brown vomit, a common situation.
Suddenly my uncle leaned over and said "Wait, lemme get the big pieces first!", grabbed a piece of floating beef, and popped it into his mouth. The stewardess quickly ran away with the bag and never appeared again for the rest of the flight.
You could get in the habit of blurting out "You wouldn't divorce me over this! We've got a kid!" then letting her conclude what she will.:lol :lol :lol
Empty bluster can feel more reassuring than panicked shame.
Or so I'm told.
Carelessly leave pictures of Greyhounds around the house.
My wife has never caught me looking at anything untoward, but it will happen i'm sure.
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