. don't. I hate you, Laura... for making me... feel this way." Mmmm... you don't hate me," Laura murmured, her lips moving higher, higher. "You wish I...would do this to you every night."Shontay giggled softly in spite of herself. "Oh god... it really feels good," she panted, a trace of a smile now curving the sides of her sensual mouth as she looked down at Laura."I'm going to make it feel even better." No... I don't want you to."Shontay made of a show of trying to close her legs, to push Laura. ‘What might that be, Bunyan?’ Bill wrung the excess water from the soaked garment, saying, ‘You had your fun. Now I want mine,’ and approached her. ‘Is this going to turn into another event like the mud fight?’ ‘No, just the opposite. I want to clean you up a little,’ and so saying, he used a cold sleeve to gently wash her cheek. ‘Mmmm, that feels nice,’ she groaned, with eyes closed. ‘Come over here.’ Taking Faith’s hand, Bill guided her to a flat rock where they sat in the sun, and he. Now, for the last time, will you do it?" He said, "You know my feelings about it." The next morning Karla was up an hour earlier than usual. Sheused her best nursing skills to inject a drug into Mikes arm. Henever flinched. It was a drug they used in surgeries where theymight want the patient to move during surgery. The patient isasleep but able to assist in moving. She got his pajamas off then glued breast forms to his chest. Shethought if she had a dollar for every set of these she helped. I bounced out of bed, threw my robe on and flew down the stairs to the kitchen. The scent of cinnamon flooded me. I opened the refrigerator to find the mix Christian left and hurriedly made myself breakfast. ‘Hm… Maybe he really can cook,’ I mumbled to myself. ‘At least breakfast foods.’ I silently ate the pancakes after drenching them in maple syrup. I swirled the remaining amount of syrup on the plate making odd designs purely for my own amusement. I dropped the fork on the plate and looked.