savagemama: Fishnets, vibrators and the pelvic floor

Sunday morning I was talking to the wifey on the phone. I was still in my jammies, Seth in his bathrobe. Wifey and I were planning where we’d all go later that day to cut down a Christmas tree. My coffee was hot and we’d barely been on the phone three minutes before, of course, talk shifted from trees, temperature and motivation to what we’d done the day before. Seems the wifey had four girls with her that Saturday and they walked through downtown before Missoula’s annual Christmas parade taking part in the downtown-wide Christmas festivities.
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