Saturday, February 12, 2005
One of the best things about a teenager-free weekend (other than the fucking your brains out)is that I can breakfast on sugar-free jello without getting that look. You know, the "Mom, you're supposed to be doing (fill in whatever I've done/not done here), not (pick your favorite transgression)" look!
Still, it doesn't hold a candle to curling up with your arm around my back, my head on your tummy, with your "fits me perfectly" penis in my mouth. That's the weekend I'm looking forward to.
Oh, or a smile. That might just beat out everything else for my favorite thing of all time.
Still, it doesn't hold a candle to curling up with your arm around my back, my head on your tummy, with your "fits me perfectly" penis in my mouth. That's the weekend I'm looking forward to.
Oh, or a smile. That might just beat out everything else for my favorite thing of all time.
