When my husband was a younger man, he believed that he would never, ever take another man’s shaft. I would tell “Oscar, you don’t know that. You never know what type of thing I’ll convince you to do.”
“Well, Beth, you better not try and convince me to get it on with another man. You know I won’t do that.”
“You never know, Oscar,” I would respond.
He just shook his head. I must admit, up until about a week ago, I thought he was right. But then I saw the eighteen-inch schlong of Sergeant Saul H. Jenkins. I knew then that I needed to see my husband take it deep into his mouth.
And I would stop at nothing until I got to see it.