And she’s won every hand so far, so Shambala seems to be working out well for her. The shelter’s common room tends to bring the moms together. I e...pected crackheads and crazies, but what I have is a separate nation of tiny mothers swapping smokes and swearing lustily. The babies are always loud. I think they shout so much to blow the smoke away from their eyes. The mothers are the weepiest, the elderly distant salutatorians. Tiny girls. Tiny women. Tiny mothers, with their tiny mistakes,. .."He walked past her, entering her home without permission. Patty hesitated, then shut the door and followed him into the living room, where she found that Henry had already made himself comfortable on the couch. He wore only a T-shirt and cut-off, and Patty felt her cunt getting wet again as she stared at the sumptuous bulge behind his zipper. God, what kind of slut had she turned into? It had gotten to the point that even glimpsing a bulging prick could make her horny."Man!" Henry sat up on. His strength was returning, but he was still tired often and in need of more rest than he liked. He also couldn’t quite seem to shake the annoying, persistent cough he’d developed. “The skies in the south aren’t as clear as the ones of the Dale. Less of the star’s light shine through.” The Gnari turned curious eyes to him. “Can you still use them to navigate our way?” Rael nodded slowly. “I can. Most of the major constellations are recognizable.” He pointed, and Silmaria followed his finger as. .. differenttonight." I'm fine," I reply, hugging myself with one arm under my breasts,fingertips resting against my other elbow, copying Ellen's smokingposture. "Why... why do you ask?"I look down as I put the cigarette between my bright red lips, my shapedand painted fake nails glistening in the street light. I inhale, brieflyenough to feel the tug of the smoke and hear the crackle of the tip,flushed with air. The acrid smoke curls into my mouth and down my throatwhile I withdraw the.