"Oh Stephaneeeeeee! Oh my god! ooooooooooh! mmmmmm!" Now what do you imagine those two are doing in there, Sophie? They'resupposed to be getting dress...d so we can go to lunch." I'll give you one guess, honey" giggles Sophie."What do you say we gofind out?" Now what are we going to do with you girls? Get in the shower then getdressed so we can all go to lunch, then a bit of shopping" sighs Sophie,rolling her eyes at Monica, who is doing her best to stifle a bout ofgiggles. Not very successfully,. I tried to visit Madame Mimmy's shop, but the building was completely empty, and even dusty, as if no one had been in there for a very long time. So, that was a dead end. I waited, thinking Mimmy was a part of a dream. Perhaps I had drunk something absolutely horrid like bug spray, and it was slowly eating my brain. I hate my overactive imagination sometimes. Hours wore on, and nothing happened. I began to relax, thinking that it may have been some water with that non-toxic Glo-Stick liquid in. I could not help but chuckle as I imagined my friends reaction. Unfortunately, I was unable to let her know what happened because my internet phone was also dead (so much for technology). So I waited. And waited. And waited. Nothing! That night, my roommates and I played board games by candlelight (okay, maybe it was flashlights, but still…) to pass the time. At around 11:00 PM, one of them decided she could not sleep in a cold apartment and left to stay with a friend. With nothing else to do,. Opening the fridge, she grabbed the 2nd gallon of ice cream and milk she was going to save for tomorrow and, crushed the door as she left into her backyard.“Okay, boys,” she said with a grin to her tits, “Let’s get fatter for mama!”Leaning her head back, she squeezed the last of the first bucket of ice cream into her mouth, then the 2nd gallon, and opened the milk bottles. With a squeeze, it shot into her mouth and she swallowed with a moan before tossing the empty containers away. Sitting with.