Well, when you don't see the person you're sleeping with that often (and you're both busy), you kind of have to make time. Apparently, I am scheduled to get molested tomorrow evening.
Yes, nothing like waking up with dried up with dried spooge crusted on your leg hair in a bed that smells like vinegar and tuna.
You got a good hubby. My wife just hoses herself off and then goes and talk the dogs off the ledge. They get freaked out anytime we get it on. Actually, one of them gave me a cold nose against my bottom midway through one time. Does this count as beastialty?