I hoped that the clothes were colour-fast and Imade sure that it was set on a warm wash, just in case.As I ate my tea, I talked a lot to Honey about w...at had happened to meand how I hoped that she would stay and keep me company. I'm sure thatshe didn't understand a word about what I was talking about but she didhave this habit of looking at me intelligently and meowing sometimes,just to join in on the conversation.'Well, Honey, that's my story. I wish you could talk too. I would loveto know. I feel cranky and miserable. I feel like shit." She carried the baby low and had at last begun to show she was pregnant."Sweet Jesus, won't this damned heat ever let up?" On hot humid days in late spring and early summer the old swamp cooler on the roof did little or no good. Sometimes it made matters worse as it blew warm, moist air down through the vent. She lay on the couch with a bowl of ice cubes to chew on balanced on her stomach. "I feel like shit," she complained to herself again.The. It was a state of the art dick."Wow, that's pretty realistic. Where'd you get it?" That's right, baby, it's very realistic. I got it from Fake-Me-A-Man.com, lover. They have all kinds of cool stuff," Lilla said with a gleam in her eye. "Okay dollface, you know what to do, you promised, remember?"Sighing with resignation, I moved to my side, on my elbow, leaned down took her into my mouth. I moved my head up and down some, tried not to scrape her with my teeth."Mmm, that's nice lover. I can feel. “Shhh, shhh, calm down,” she told him.“What ... what just happened?” He asked.“When Emily first came to the house, I did the same thing to her that I did to you. My soul lived inside of her, so I thought it would help if you could see what she went through.”“That was more than just seeing!” Mike said. “I was Emily. I felt everything she did, including...” his face became red. “God, that felt amazing! Does it always feel that good? Oh. Shit.” His softening dick was still leaking cum.“It can.”.