Sunday was one of those days I was really questioning hubby. Now I wonder if the only way the South will rise again is when he talks out those fantasies. This going limp thing is driving me nuts. I want so badly for him to think of me and only me to get 100% aroused and stay that way. It's a lot of extra work for me and takes the fun out of sex when he's thinking of porn crap. Just had to vent.
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