...that by the time I was home and on my second neat glass of whiskey, deciding it was time to get frisky with my sound asleep wife on the bed. It felt like I was shooting out a packet of congealed tapioca pudding through my dick hole... but she wouldn't respond to me and it made get aggro.
So here I am yelling at her to respond to my needs... to "feel anything towards me" and she yells out from the ensure, "what did or were you saying? I couldn't hear with the shower going"...
...and then I realized that I was in the darkened living room, not the bedroom, and I was balls deep into two rustic throw cushions made of brushed jute.
She was not impressed..... but in my defence, it's pretty close to a menopausal bird in sensation and the lights were out.
So here I am yelling at her to respond to my needs... to "feel anything towards me" and she yells out from the ensure, "what did or were you saying? I couldn't hear with the shower going"...
...and then I realized that I was in the darkened living room, not the bedroom, and I was balls deep into two rustic throw cushions made of brushed jute.
She was not impressed..... but in my defence, it's pretty close to a menopausal bird in sensation and the lights were out.

