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“Honey, look at this one, it’s a great color for you!” Amber urged, holding a dress on a hanger in front of Keefe’s body to imagine it on him. Keefe did think it was a striking shade of dark purple.
“Amber I dunno, I’m not sure if it would even fit.” Keefe tried to argue, without any real pressure behind it.
BJ piped up from his spot on one of the benches that were provided in the huge department store. “Amber and I would never push you to do something you’re not comfortable with, but we saw you eyeing the dress racks the last time we were here, Keefe! If you want to try one on, we would never judge you.”
Amber nodded along to BJ’s words, with what looked like encouragement in her eyes. With a sigh, Keefe took the hanger in hand.
“I just hope I don’t rip it.” Keefe mumbled, turning toward the changing room.
He heard Amber and BJ quietly celebrate from behind, which only boosted his nerves up a notch. Keefe kept replaying in his head the last time he wore a dress in front of the Gemstone family. It was a mortifying moment, when he thought he had been doing the right thing for the good of his husband.
Keefe remembered so clearly the feeling of pulling Aimee-Leigh’s dress onto his body, and finding a stash of makeup in the bathroom to apply haphazardly in the dark so as not to wake Kelvin. He had gazed at himself in the mirror, edges blurred by darkness, and he thought what he saw was sort of… pretty. Certainly not as pretty as Aimee-Leigh was, but he could see where the lines and curves of the dress complemented his shape.
As he ran quietly and smoothly down the stairs and across the lake house to Eli’s bedroom, he felt light and graceful in a way he had never experienced before. By the end of the night, Keefe was deeply regretful about what he had done. But the feeling he had before had not left the back of his mind.
Keefe’s thoughts were snapped back into the present when he heard a gentle knock on the door.
“How’s it going in there?” Amber asked gently from the other side.
Keefe’s eyes were fixed to the mirror as he realized he had gotten the dress on very easily. The zipper that ran up the side went up without issue, and he smoothed the fabric down over his torso cautiously.
The bodice had a single strap that went over his left shoulder, cutting a diagonal line across his upper chest. The fabric clung over his pectorals in a way that emphasised them greatly. The waist tapered in slightly, creating a flared emphasis over his hip bones and granting the illusion of hips. The skirt was definitely designed to be floor length, but given his height, the hem hovered right about his ankles exposing his brown boots. There was scattering of rhinestones running down the skirt at an angle, just enough to make an otherwise unassuming dress eye-catching.
Drawing his eyes back up, Keefe did a turn to observe further. He realized that his arms and back looked kind of incredible in this dress. And that his hair hung around his shoulders at a rather flattering length. The dress was simple for his taste, but it made him feel… really good.
BJ’s voice came through the door this time. “Keefe, you ok in there buddy?”
Keefe’s heart clenched suddenly. He was definitely ok, actually more than ok. But he wasn’t sure if he would be able to stomach a negative reaction, or being forced to pretend it was just a joke.
Swallowing hard, Keefe finally responded with an audible grimace, “It’s, everything is a-ok in here. I’m just, I don’t know about this y’all.”
“Keefe, if it doesn’t quite fit right or isn’t the right cut, that’s ok! Ain’t nothin’ but a thing, honey.” Amber sympathized, probably assuming the worst.
Keefe hemmed and hawed for a moment, pacing in circles around the tiny room, feeling truly conflicted.
“Could I have just a minute?” Keefe asked softly, resting his head against the door and squeezing his eyes shut.
After a beat of silent deliberation between the two on the other side, Amber responded, “Of course.”
“Amber and I will wait in the argyle socks section.” BJ called, and Keefe could hear their steps retreating.
“Why am I getting all nerved up about this? It’s not a big deal.” Keefe mumbled to himself as he turned back to the mirror.
Keefe took a moment to try a couple of angles and poses. He’d never worn something with this much skirt going on, and it was a very interesting feeling.
The more he observed himself, the more he realized he was admiring the figure looking back at him. There was something so compelling about the soft lines and lush fabrics, juxtaposed with his powerful body. He somehow felt more masculine, and more comfortable than he had been recently.
Keefe was a big fan of the new clothes he had gotten to wear for formal events on his last outing with Amber and BJ, but in no way did they make him feel like this.
Keefe took some time to probe his mind for exactly what it is that he’s feeling. Exposed. Liberated. Shy. Confident. Strong. Gentle. Confused. Exhilarated. Beautiful. Sexy. Woah- he thought. That one made his heart speed up a bit. And why was the voice in his head starting to sound like Kelvin?
Keefe shook out his entire body to stop the chills that had started to run up his spine. He took a deep breath, and thought to himself ‘Why not show Amber and BJ? They’re kind to me. They seemed encouraging of the idea. It’s really not a big deal.’
Before he could convince himself to back out, Keefe squared his shoulders, turned on his heel, and threw open the dressing room door.
“Agh! Holy- ohmigod, Uncle Keefe?” Gideon, of all people, yelled after being nearly nailed by the door flying open.
Keefe was completely frozen to the spot. “Gideon, hello. Wha- what brings you to this place and time?” Was about all he could get out, feeling like a deer in headlights.
“I was just, my mom. Told me that y’all would be here today, and I was in the area. Ya know. She- wow Keefe that dress looks, um- she told me she was by the dressing rooms so I just thought, good. It looks, wow. Good.” Gideon seemed to be in a similar state of shock at this moment, his bright orange smoothie starting to drip out of the cup that was hanging limp and forgotten in his hand.
The two stared at each other a moment, seemingly each trying to read the other’s mind. The song “She’s a Rainbow” by The Rolling Stones could be heard playing faintly over their standoff.
“Keefe? Are you- oh baby hi! Did you-” Amber cut herself off when her eyes were pulled from her son across the room to her brother-in-law. She gestured frantically to BJ to come over and witness the scene as well.
“Gollyyyyy!” Was the first thing BJ gasped as his eyes also landed on Keefe.
Keefe suddenly felt his chest tighten, and backed into the dressing room, quick as he could, slamming the door behind him.
Three pairs of feet rushed to the door, and Keefe felt his heart beating in his face as he realized what had just happened.
“You look really nice!” “Sweetheart, such a good color-“ “I think it’s great!” Came all of their voices at once from the other side of the door.
Keefe could hear Gideon hush the other two. “Uncle Keefe? I’m sorry I surprised you, I didn’t know, um. I hope you don’t think that any of us have any negative thoughts about this. At all.”
BJ added, sounding similarly to how he did speaking to Dr. Watson, “Yes. And I hope we didn’t overwhelm you or anything. I understand there may be some complex feelings happening right now, but we are in support of whatever may be… going on. And for the record, you looked very uh, extremely nice, and in whichever gendered direction you would like to receive compliment I am happy to oblige such language-“
Amber mercifully cut BJ off, “I think we should give Keefe some space right now. Let’s go look at some ties for Gideon, and Keefe can come find us when he’s ready, hm?”
Keefe listened to the three of them leave, and huffed out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. Carefully, so as not to spook himself any further, he turned back to the mirror.
‘That wasn’t so terrible. No one yelled this time.’ Keefe thought. ‘And I don’t feel bad. I feel like this is just, something new. My life isn’t different now or anything just cuz I put on a dress. I’m still Keefe.’
Keefe made a snap decision to pull out his phone and take a couple of pictures of himself in the mirror. He didn’t check if they were any good, scared that he might psych himself out and delete them. Then, quick as he had gotten into it, he got himself out of the dress and back into his own clothing. He was very careful returning the dress to its hanger. He’s pretty sure he hung it wrong, the whole single shoulder thing is confusing, but he didn’t want to linger any longer.
“This doesn’t have to be a big deal, because it’s not a big deal. No one is gonna be weird about this. Including me.” Keefe said aloud to himself.
Opening the dressing room door slowly, just in case Aunt Tiffany was on the other side of the door for some reason, Keefe calmly crossed the row of dressing rooms and left the dress on the return rack.
Keefe scanned the department store for any signage indicating where the others might be, and followed the arrow pointing to “Men’s Apparel.” He pretended not to hear what was definitely the sound of the dress slumping off of the hanger and onto the floor behind him.
Keefe knew he was headed in the right direction when he heard BJ’s voice carrying. “I’m just saying, we have to be prepared for this to be a very big deal. I take allyship very seriously, and the last thing I would want is for Keefe to feel that, Keefe, can’t be um, Keefe. Can’t be Keefeself. Around us. Keefe could be feeling different now, and we need to accept whatever changes there may be with open arms.”
Keefe decided to listen from the other side of some racks.
Gideon spoke up next, “Or, we could just treat him normally and listen. Ya know. Not be too expectant of anything. Treating him differently right off the bat could put a lot of pressure on him. And it’s not like he’s changed his life in some drastic way out of nowhere, he just made a choice to try something new that’s not that far out of the ball park of expectation.”
Keefe was surprised they had so much to say about this. He peeked over the racks quickly, and could see Amber holding the bridge of her nose.
“See, that right there!” BJ responded. “You keep sayin’ ‘he’, and we can’t be certain that that’s what Keefe wants.”
“You two cut it, right now.” Amber put her foot down. “BJ, I understand what you’re saying. I agree with Gideon though, that we should give Keefe room to tell us himself how he feels. So please, can both of you pull it together, and be normal as you can manage. I feel just terrible, thinking I might’ve pushed Keefe into something he wasn’t ready for. He looked so scared.”
Keefe wasn’t exactly sure what the right course of action was here, but he definitely didn’t want this conversation to go on longer.
“Hello, fellow spouses and nephew.” Keefe addressed as he suddenly appeared next to the trio.
“Keefe! Hey buddy, how’s it, what’s up.” BJ fumbled out.
“I am well, brother BJ. Thank y’all for saying kind things. Um. Earlier. It’s definitely a new experience, wearing clothing items I never have before.” Keefe quirked the corners of his mouth up into the approximation of a smile.
“Oh, it definitely is.” Amber smiled back. “Gosh, I remember the first time Aimee-Leigh took me to one of these fancy stores and I was just, overwhelmed is definitely the word.”
“Ya.” Keefe sighed out, relieved that Amber was relating an experience of her own. “There was this weird fabric that felt like a tiny net under the skirt? It was scratchin’ me down there.” Keefe gestured very directly with two pointer fingers to his groin.
The three others nodded, varying degrees of confusion gracing their faces.
“That’s called tulle honey, it makes the skirt fluffy. But, um, were you not wearing any…?” Amber trailed off, gesturing very generally to her own pelvic area.
Keefe shook his head, “Oh, no I wasn’t wearing any underpants. Do, do ladies usually wear underpants with dresses? Cuz, I always thought they don’t, so I thought ‘that’s convenient, cuz I’m not wearing any anyway!’ But if they do that’s, well that explains the scratchin’.” He petered off.
BJ and Gideon turned to Amber, seemingly waiting for her to answer the question posed.
“ Yes , boys, women do typically wear undergarments with dresses.” Amber explained very pointedly to all of them.
Gideon nodded to the others, as if he wasn’t just as unsure as his uncles were a moment before.
“Look, it’s about 60/40 with Judy, so I’m working with a pretty skewed sample study.” BJ shrugged.
Amber and Gideon’s faces said they were wondering which was 60 and which was 40. Keefe felt grateful to have a new topic of conversation going.
“I’m thinkin’ that maybe I’m done with the shopping portion of today. Perhaps we could enjoy a group treat?” Keefe suggested hopefully.
BJ nodded enthusiastically, “I’ve been thinkin’ about soft pretzels all week. We should get soft pretzels.”
2003
Amber tore a hunk off of her soft pretzel, chewing happily as she walked with her six month old son on her hip.
“Honey, why don’t you take a sit down and let me hold the baby?” Aimee-Leigh suggested kindly.
Amber held the whole pretzel between her teeth as she transferred Gideon carefully to Aimee-Leigh.
“Thank you.” Amber sighed gratefully, pulling the stroller over so she could sit on a mall bench.
“Come’re little boy! Give your mommy a break, huh? You can hang out with grandma while mommy has a snack.” Aimee-Leigh spoke directly to her grandson in her arms. Gideon giggled and tried to grab at her curls as she walked in a circle, bouncing him back and forth.
Amber smiled at the two of them, then felt a buzz in her pocket. She pulled out her Motorola, and saw a text from Judy. She rolled her eyes before even opening the message.
‘wut r u doin w my mama’
‘at the mall’ Amber texted back, taking a few moments to put the message together with the numbered keypad.
“Everythin’ alright sweetheart?” Aimee-Leigh asked.
Amber nodded to her phone, “It’s just Judy. Wonderin’ where we are.” Her phone buzzed again.
‘? wout me? wtfuck’
Amber snapped her phone closed and shoved it back in her pocket.
Aimee-Leigh hummed, having an idea of what her darling daughter was asking about. “Well, when you’re ready, I think we should look for some new outfits for you in that department store.” She gestured to a store that Amber was certain she had never stepped foot in before.
“Really? Why? Isn’t that store for like, ladies?” Amber replied, her mouth full of her last bite of pretzel.
Aimee-Leigh took a seat next to Amber on the bench, depositing Gideon in her own lap. “I think it’d be nice to get you some new church clothes, sweetheart. Just, something on the nicer side ya know?”
Amber drew her eyebrows together. “I don’t know if I’ll find anything appropriate for me in a store like that, Mrs. Gemstone. It seems real fancy and expensive, I don’t need much.”
Gideon shifted in Aimee-Leigh’s arms, and lunged toward his mother. Amber brushed any remaining crumbs off on her jeans, and took her son back into her arms.
Aimee-Leigh took a moment to consider how she could best say what she needed to. “Amber honey, I know that you only just turned twenty years old. I’ve just been thinkin’, you’re a mother now, and about to be a wife. When I was your age, I was focused on building myself up as a church leader, I was on tour all the time with my brother, I had just met Eli, I felt like I had all the time in the world to think about who I wanted to be before I had to be someone for somebody else. Am I makin’ any sense?”
Amber gave a polite nod, though she wasn’t quite sure where Aimee-Leigh was going with this.
Aimee-Leigh continued, “I don’t want you to feel that you can’t… can’t define yourself. I had many a girlfriend growing up that married and had babies young, and I watched their personalities fade away like shrinkin’ violets. All because they put themselves second to their children and their husbands.”
Amber nodded more slowly, taking in what Aimee-Leigh was trying to tell her.
“What does that have to do with clothes?” Amber asked.
“One of my favorite ways to pick myself up, and make sure I’m not letting my own desires pass me by, is through my clothes.” Aimee-Leigh responded, with something like a twinkle in her eye. “Now, this may not be exactly your cup of tea yet, but I’ve always made sure I look like a woman who knows herself, and isn’t afraid to be seen. Making music with Lori has always really helped me as well, of course. I take any chance I can to say, ‘Hey world! I’m not just a mom! Or a preacher’s wife! I’m Aimee-Leigh Gemstone, dangit!’ And hey, for the most part, it seems like the world is listenin’.”
Aimee-Leigh bumped her shoulder into Amber’s, and the two of them burst into giggles, hushing themselves when they realized that Gideon had fallen asleep in his mother’s arms.
Aimee-Leigh added quietly, “If we don’t find anything you want, that’s ok. I know how shopping is when you’re a new mother, and your body feels like an alien. It ain’t nothin’ but a thing. But, I would like it very much if you would care to take a look around in there, see if anything catches your eye.”
Amber nodded again, meeting Aimee-Leigh’s genuine and smiling eyes with her own. It felt really nice to have someone speak to her this kindly. Not ask about her baby, or her upcoming wedding, or look at her with pity or disgust.
The two of them worked together to gently transfer Gideon into his stroller, settling him in to continue his nap for as long as blessedly possible.
As they walked together toward the store, Aimee-Leigh laid her hand on Amber’s shoulder. “Now, you’re real good at shootin’, did I hear about that right? I’m gonna talk to Eli tonight about building a range on the compound, how does that sound? Maybe you could teach me a thing or two.” She winked.
Amber’s wide smile rivaled Aimee-Leigh’s. “Yes ma’am.”
“Chili’s rocks, man.” Gideon preached mid cheese pull. He extended the stretch of his fried mozzarella as far as it could manageably go, before catching it in his mouth.
“I agree.” BJ grinned, dipping another chip. “ Much better idea than pretzels. Oh shoot.” he groaned, realising he had dripped salsa onto his white pants.
“So um,” Keefe tried to start, parsing out how he wanted to start this discussion. All eyes had turned to Keefe, waiting for him to speak further. Amber sipped very loudly on her margarita.
“So, I heard a little bit of what y’all were sayin’ earlier?” Keefe finally got out. Gideon, Amber, and BJ all made eye contact with each other in quick succession.
“I- I’m not upset or anything. I think y’all are very nice people. And I appreciate you trying to, to be gentle with me. But, nothing is different now. Y’all can treat me the same. I won’t be mad at anybody for callin’ me a ‘he him.’ Though, I don’t think the usage of any of those ‘him she they’ words in reference to me would really bother me, now that I think about it.”
Keefe paused to take a sip of his water with four lemon slices in it.
“I think I was feelin’ a lot of confusing feelings because of the last situation in which I donned women’s apparel, and its negative consequences both physically and emotionally… Also some generalized anxiety around the illusory frailty of masculinity. Ya know.”
The trio sat at the table with Keefe nodded in understanding, again sharing eye contact with each other.
Keefe delivered the rest of his speech directly down to his Triple Dipper. “Something Kelvin and I have been working on lately with our Prism ministry is making sure we open ourselves up to new possibilities, and give ourselves every opportunity to enjoy life. Because life is a gift. And sheltering ourselves from new things feels like taking the gift that Jesus gave us and saying ‘no thank you Jesus, I’ll just stay over here and be the same forever in my own little life corner’ and chuckin’ it out the window. Which is a very rude thing to do to Jesus.”
Amber smiled warmly. “That’s very true Keefe. I’ve gotten similar advice before, it was packaged differently, but, I understand what you mean.”
BJ and Gideon nodded in agreement.
“I’m real glad you came around to a positive feeling about this Keefe. Masculinity can be a tough complex to carry. Bro to bro.” BJ stuck his fist out across the table to Keefe, who gave him a very gentle fist bump. “I will say, I was in no way kidding when I said you looked really , really good in that dress.”
Keefe pulled his phone out, “I took a coupla photos if y’all would like to observe further.”
Amber and BJ both gasped. “Gimme.” Amber grinned, reaching for the phone. She leaned over to BJ, and they spent several minutes cooing over the photos.
“Very cool, Uncle Keefe.” Gideon said feeling genuinely moved by Keefe’s statement.
Keefe gave a satisfied smile in return. “Wanna trade me an egg roll for a chicken crisper?”
Keefe opened the front door to his home and toed off his boots at the entryway.
“Is that my man?” Kelvin’s voice carried clearly from upstairs in their bedroom.
Keefe’s stomach did a happy little flip. That never got old. He made his way up the stairs quickly, excited to see his husband.
“Oooooooooh there he iiiiis!” Kelvin made grabby hands to Keefe from his spot reclining on the bed. Keefe stopped in the doorway a moment to admire his husband, looking just as comfortable and soft as he did that morning. It looked like Kelvin hadn’t left their bed at all, as he was still wearing nothing more than a pair of sleep shorts.
“Hi husband.” Keefe greeted back with a warm smile.
Kelvin dropped his grabby hands and made a noise of frustration, giving in to making an effort to be closer to Keefe. He crawled across the bed, and Keefe met him halfway, standing at the edge of the bed so that Kelvin could match his height on his knees.
“I missed you today, Keefey.” Kelvin sighed, looping his arms around Keefe’s neck. Their bodies were pressed together, and the shared warmth nearly made Keefe start purring. Keefe held Kelvin close, allowing his hands to roam up and down the bare back and sides of his torso.
“I missed you too. Real bad.” Keefe responded earnestly. “I almost didn’t leave. You looked so cozy this mornin’, like a little cherub sent from heaven. Real pretty like.”
Kelvin captured the words from his lips with a deep kiss that nearly made Keefe’s knees buckle.
“You’re so good. What did I ever do to deserve you.” Kelvin said like a prayer, drawing his hands up into Keefe’s hair to comb his fingers through.
“I think the same thing every day.” Keefe said, his voice a bit shaky. He was reminded of how much he hates keeping things from Kelvin, and the events of the day were clawing their way to the front of his brain.
“I decided to have myself a lazy day. Kick it back, watch some flicks. Would’ve been better with you here, but it’s also sups cute to see you come home to me. Bein’ all ‘honey I’m home,’ like they do in the movies.” Kelvin said with a dreamy look in his eye.
“Do you want me to do it?” Keefe asked in sincerity.
“Do what?” Kelvin questioned, his hands stilling in his husband’s hair.
“Be right back.” Keefe gently kissed the tip of Kelvin’s nose and removed himself from his arms, before promptly running out of the room and, by the sound of it, bounding down the stairs and out the front door. Kelvin deflated, sitting back on his heels.
Half a moment later, he heard the front door swing back open, and Keefe’s voice rang from the entryway, “Husband, I’m home!”
Kelvin’s hands flew to his face, feeling overwhelmed with amusement and disbelief at this sweet man he’d lucked into calling his.
Keefe reappeared in the doorway of the bedroom, slightly out of breath, and beamed at the sight of the joy he’d given Kelvin.
“Come’re!” Kelvin giggled, and Keefe made his way over before being tugged down onto the bed, and rolled onto his back so Kelvin could climb on top.
“You’re such a goof, baby.” Kelvin grinned, settling himself lying down with his legs between Keefe’s, and his hands folded over Keefe’s ribcage for a place to rest his chin.
“How was your day?” Kelvin asked, sighing with comfort.
Keefe brought a hand up behind his head as the other trailed up and down Kelvin’s back.
“It was nice.” He answered. “We had a good time. Gideon was there too.”
Kelvin gave a small grunt of acknowledgement.
“We went to Chili’s.” Keefe continued.
“I love Chili’s! Dang, you shoulda told me. I would’ve rolled up for Chili’s.” Kelvin muttered.
“I apologize sincerely Kel, I will be sure to include you on the next Chili’s venture.” Keefe promised.
Kelvin pressed a big, lip smacky kiss to Keefe’s chest through his shirt, thanking him for the apology. “Anything else happen?”
Keefe looked to the ceiling, as if to wait for a big thumbs up from God to appear. When nothing came, he knew the decision was his and his alone.
“I actually tried something new today.” The words tumbled out of Keefe’s mouth before he expected them too.
Kelvin shifted forward a bit, listening intently.
“So, you know how we’ve been preachin’ in Prism lately about opening ourselves up to all of the different experiences of life without shame or fear?”
“Cuz it’s rude to Jesus-”
“Cuz it’s rude to Jesus, ya. Well, I had been thinkin’ about trying something new, and I wasn’t real sure about it. But, Amber and BJ encouraged me to do it. It was definitely a bit scary to show others at first, and I don’t necessarily think it’ll be like, a new thing in my life that I do all the time. Who knows, ya know. But, I enjoyed it. Even though it scratched my peener a little bit.”
Kelvin was simultaneously immensely confused and curious.
Keefe continued, “I-I took some pictures. They’re not all that good, I took ‘em real fast. But, I wanna show you.”
Keefe shoved his hand under himself to pull his phone from his back pocket. He tapped and scrolled for a moment, then held the phone to his chest.
“Just, please remember that this doesn’t change anything about me.” Keefe’s eyes were pleading, his nerves starting to bleed back in.
Kelvin chuckled nervously in response, “Ok sweetheart, I’m sure it’s not a big deal.”
Keefe sucked in a deep breath, handed the phone to Kelvin, and braced for the reaction when he turned it around.
“OH my-” Kelvin pushed himself up off of Keefe’s chest with one hand into a seated position, transfixed by the image being held in the other. He swiped back and forth between the photos silently, eyes wide.
Keefe pushed himself up onto his elbows, watching Kelvin’s face from where he was now sat kneeling between Keefe’s legs.
“Baby…” Kelvin gasped, shaking his head with wonder. “Baby, you look ridonculous in this dress, oh glory be.”
“A good ridonculous?” Keefe asked quietly.
“ Yes, a good ridonculous Keefe! Holy heck, you always look incredible but this, this dress emphasizes everything … I only wish I could rip that skirt open, show off your pretty legs.” Kelvin groaned.
Keefe blushed brilliantly, shy at his husband’s words. Kelvin chucked the phone to the side, and leaned down over his husband, hiking Keefe’s legs up over his hips.
“You look so good my man, you always look so good…” Kelvin grinned before leaning in to messily kiss Keefe. “I’m so proud of you for living out our teachings.”
Keefe threw his arms around Kelvin, and somehow got out between kisses, “Thank you husband, praise be to He.”
Kelvin gasped into Keefe’s mouth, “Your godliness is so sexy.”
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Judith the Mega B
Anyone else just have crazy style marriage sex
Jesse the A-hole
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judy why
Judith the Mega B
Did u or did u not have awesome sex when he-man got home
i’m not answering that
Judith the Mega B
Mkay so that’s a yes
Jesse the A-hole
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get out of my beeswax judy why do u even care
Judith the Mega B
CLEARLY theres a pattern forming here
Judith the Mega B
I almost passed statistics
Judith the Mega B
What crazy horny shit is happening at this spouses afternoon shit
Jesse the A-hole
Amber said they went to chilis
Judith the Mega B
Fuck well that fucking explains it
Jesse the A-hole
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