Ah, she's just venting her frustrations that that limp noodle husband of hers cant get it up.
Crickies, that snozolla of hers must be a real passion killer. How'd ya like to have to keep batting that thing out of the way.
Kinda reminds me of my wedding night!
I dunno. I think it would be nice having it tucked into your belly button.
I'd just park it in my navel!
Winner! LOL!