"I just saw someone giving a blow job in the sexy pool!" is not a text I ever imagined sending to my husband, and yet, there we were. Me, topless and free, downing another buttery nipple shot on the private white sand beaches of Cancun, Mexico, and my husband, fully clothed and repressed, at home in Los Angeles, reading my text and also probably throwing up at the unsanitary-ness of it all. "Who ARE you lololol?!" he shot back, before presumably shaking his head over the vivid mental picture I had just so generously painted him with my words.
The answer is: I don't know!
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