With all of the dental work I have been getting done, as well as the dates for upcoming work (ACK! three teeth- September seventh) (Or was it the Sixth?) I have had a nagging worry sitting at the back of my
Can you give a blow job when you have dentures? Anyone? You in the last row? Sigh.
As it is right now, I cannot do anything Hoover-ish with my mouth. Big gaping hole, exposed bone, that kind of shit. And before that heals I will have a matching hole (hopefully with no bone) on the right.
Looking at the calendar I assume that it is going to be February/March before I can open up the oral amusement park. And then there is the fact that the idea of giving some tubular loving to the Husband without teeth makes my stomach quiver with distaste. I get the immediate picture of a little old gray hair'd lady (Hi Granny) on her knees. (Not that My Granny would know anything about BJ's)(In fact, I'm pretty sure she is still a virgin)
I need some honesty from the male blogging sect.
Given the choice between having false teeth fly out at an inopportune moment and having your sausage gummed to death, what would you choose?
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