Don’t cry.’ He got some tissues and wiped the tickling tears from my face, although he missed one that kept on itching in my ear. ‘You’re ruin...ng your make-up sweaty. Here.’ He dried my face with tissues and then got a cheap drugstore palette of make-up out. He didn’t seem to know what he was doing. With his finger he dabbed some eyeshadow on my eyelids, but than he used the same color on my cheeks and my lips, and even though I couldn’t see myself I was fairly sure I looked ridiculous. . I started spanking and squeezing their ass cheeks more harder, while thrusting into aaminas pussy from behind, I kept ramming my dick more harder and deeper into her, grabbing her hips and thrusting like a wild bull and banging harder, she kept moaning like anything and thrusting her hips back to match my thrusts and take my dick into her more deeper.I leaned forward and kissed her entire naked back and took my hands forward and grabbed her breasts, and started caressing and squeezing them,. Didn't leave until I ordered her to go home and come back tomorrow. Good friend, that one. Keep her. And I'm sorry about George. See you in the A.M." Carrie didn't let loose of her logical switch again until midnight: she waited until Nurse was gone, then let herself go, and was down to mere snuffling when Nurse returned. During that first night, through a mild narcotic haze, she pondered, never allowing herself to go maudlin, being her best analytical self. By three she had her plans outlined. Chelsea paid off the cab, dashed up the outside stairs to the apartment building, fumbled in her purse for her keys and let herself in. The building was an old four-story and long overdue for renovation, which is why Chelsea and David had been able to afford a fairly large apartment there. The ancient elevator was out of order, which was not unusual at the best of times and only to be expected on a day like this, Chelsea thought as she hurried up the stairs, soaked to the skin and vainly trying.