Oh, oh, then there was the time that I was expressing my dismay about my husband's sexual issue, and saying that I felt really unattractive and awful and told him (my T) that I *thought* I gave a wicked bl** j**, but still couldn't keep my husband going. My T blushed and told me it wasn't me and wasn't my fault because even a bad bl** J** feels good to a guy, so if that didn't work, nothing was going to. Then we both sat there blushing for a little while and started laughing. too graphic?