OK, I'll come clean, there was no HJ, it was a one-nighter with a vacuum cleaner. I couldn't help myself, when I saw the set of accessories on her I just had to have her! When I plugged her in I felt this incredible electricity between us. We did it on the rug. Hey, we were both lonely, she'd been in the closet a long time (kind of like my W) and I was ripe for a good brushing. What more can I say, I felt like a complete disposable dirt bag afterwards but, as our S's say, it just happened, nobody planned it! Now, I can never vacuum again, I have to sweep everything under the rug instead Oh, and I also don't know Bill Clinton, another untruth. I feel so much better getting this off my chest.
