We were in the car Sunday when Gary decided to molest me. I don’t remember why. Usually he just honks my breast, which stimulates nothing but an eye roll, but this time he opted to rub vigorously at my privates.
“First,” I announced, “You are an inch away from what you are aiming at. And second, what you are aiming at is covered up by a Poise pad.”
He was a lot less repelled than I thought he would be.
5 responses to “Sad State of Affairs”
Welcome back (I think?), Gary’s libido.
Yay! Sex at this age is fab. I am married to the chief horndog in charge. Go for it I say, toss that poise pad to the side and go for it!
Becs – maybe? At least he doesn’t throw me off when I kiss his neck now.
Zayrina – Encouraging words, those.
Your ability to disclose personal details of your life is truly astonishing, but also kind of endearing.
Jo – I’m glad you threw in the endearing part. But you know that just encourages me.