Do you remember sitting out on your front steps under the automatic porchlight and the folk art mailbox with the tin cow that said moo when her tail was lifted to indicate the presence of mail you were having a cigarette and I had quit again those big garden spiders were making their summer debut we watched one catching the bloated and buggy moon, upended behind her like a moth on its back as she spun. I said, sometimes I wish I had a dick. You said, me too, taking a drag, one elbow on your knee, your other arm in your lap, your hand palm up.
Too bad we never got to the part about the strap-ons, my darling. If I'd had then what I have now I'm sure we never would have parted.
Retailer: The best new dildos for this best new time, pink and fleshy and so like a real dangle the "ultra" part of the name can only possibly indicate the bonus of being able to detach the delicious thing. Don't make the same mistake I did. Stock now.