Typical, typical, predictable cumless sex. Yeah, that’s what we just had, but it was still nice. Before that, we took a bath together. It took some time for Tom to get into the tub because the water was so hot. We could both fit in the tub, but barely. It’s pretty much the same length as a regular tub. It’s just wider.

Tom finished all the caulking and it looks a lot better.

They’re still swearing we’re gonna get stormed on, but I have yet to see it. According to the weather satellite, it shouldn’t get here till late tonight, but I don’t know. I’ll believe it when I see it.

Later...

Dan, you fucking cock! Go to Indiana, you obnoxious bastard! God, this cock gets on my nerves at times! I’m sitting there, gazing out the window, trying to relax in peace, and he’s gotta come out and go engine-gunning. It’s super windy out and practically dark, yet it’s still out there gunning up a storm. What’s he doing playing truck and engine in this wind anyway? And how can he see? See, this tells me he simply got lonely with no one to see or talk to during the 3-day weekend and just went out to sit in his truck and gun the engine to be heard. That’s all he wanted. Meanwhile, I’d bet my dolls that there’s not a damn thing wrong with his truck.