They always get ruined.
I bought a set of candy underwear, thinking it would make a nice fathers day gift.. me wearing them , NOT him...Sigh... Why Do I always have to explain this ?
Then I realised that fathers day is two days AFTER I get my boob all chopped up.... so thats out!
So Saturday night ~ nope too tired, Sunday Morning I told him to come to bed on time as I have a gift for him... Sunday night comes, Im to sick to live.... I have decided on cremation and chocolate bars by the way !
So last night, Monday, I figure, hey I can breath again, the snot isn't quite so everywhere, lets do this! I have a limited time between now and Thursday night, but, I come to bed all candy-ised... and HE is SICK!
%^$##@!!*#$@#
so yea... never make plans
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They are not going anywhere and, hey, it's the thought that counts. Stick them in a drawer and pull them out when you are both in the mood for some fun!
I am new to your site...why are you having your boobs "chopped up"? Ouch!
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Save them for the timing is right.
Oh, that SO sucks!!! Best "laid" plans, har har.
You're having breast surgery? I hope it's nothing serious. I had two benign tumors (one in each breast) removed a few years ago.
I'll be praying for you!
weeeellll just the one, and it was ont he very edge! its no big deal ( and they are very flavorful!)
he's too sick to eat candy underwear? he must be in pretty bad shape!
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