"So we can get to them, I suppose. Haven't you heard? The best way to a man's heart is through his stomach." "Yeah, I've heard that," she replied. "L...ts go to the restroom first, I really do need to pee." We went into the Ladies room and found three stalls. It was deserted and Shelly went for the farthest stall back. On an impulse, I followed after her. "I want to watch you go," I told her. "You're crazy." "Maybe so, but I want to watch you pee. I've seen you do just about everything else,". He took a knife and an empty mug from the dishes of their evening meal and handed them to Menja.“You have to cut me, fill the mug with my blood and then give it to Jenaya. That way she won’t have to starve and I won’t feel like a cow, because you’re taking my blood from me and I know you like me,” he explained, grinning at Menja.Menja wrinkled her nose as she listened to his explanation, but without further ado, she carefully cut the heel of his hand. The cut was deep enough that a steady. I had never done anything like that before, with anyone, but I somehow knew enough to respond, pressing back against him as he touched me and kissed me. I liked the way it felt.Out of the elevator, I followed him down the hall to an apartment I assumed was his. Just inside, closing the door, he turned to me again, kissing me, undoing my pants, feeling my cock through the panties. I pressed back against him, wanting his hands and lips on me. This time, I put my own hands down to his crotch and. I'd hate to see him stop spending time with them," replied Bonnie, worriedly."Hey, if he really cares about your kids, then he'll keep doing the things that he does with them, and if he doesn't? Well there's really no big loss then, right?"That was only part of what they'd said to one another, and when Bonnie glanced up at the clock, she couldn't believe how long she'd been on the phone."Thanks for talking to me, but I have to go and get dinner started." I understand, and hey, you can call me.