Eventually, he came over and offered to help. I surprised him when I handed him the bottle and said, “Put some in my asshole.” I bent over like the night before and he used his finger to push some conditioner inside me. xx video It was my husband. Then, “How can I thank you enough?”
Another awkward moment. I turned to him. In the dim light from a tiny basement window well, I swept the junk off the top and Paul lifted me up. I made a few feeble attempts to shovel some of the snow and drag the smaller branches away, but all I managed was to exhaust myself. It was my husband. I poured him a glass of my husbands favorite scotch and ran to the back to get us robes. I realized his jeans
