Do I seem like the kind of woman who needs permission to be herself? I keep almost no secrets from my husband. My boyfriend doesn't know, but it just hasn't come up. We are way too busy fucking to talk about internet. We talk, but we talk about our aspirations, local politics, gambling, fitness, and who should join us the next time we fuck. I only see him once or twice a week, and we spend very little time talking. We basically have sex until we are exhausted, and take a nap. Repeat cycle, eat, rehydrate, and if I have more time, repeat cycle. Actually, thinking about it, I wouldn't lead him here. He thinks his 8" dick is small. And while Patchos would agree with him, ;-) I don't need him becoming obsessive. Or jelquing. I would be really bereft if he broke his dick, and I would prefer that he not get any thicker there.