I simply cannot tell you how many times during the day I do not think about weenie. I just don't. I think about him a lot, and I know he's got a weenie, and I know he knows how to use it. But I just never think about his weenie.
It's like I never think about his tongue. That can make me as crazy as anything else, but I just don't think about it.
I guess I'm the strange woman on here.
It's like I never think about his tongue. That can make me as crazy as anything else, but I just don't think about it.
I guess I'm the strange woman on here.