The bowel movement she had already started couldn’t be held back and her ill stomach emptied a mushy diarrhea into her no-longer white panties. Her ...ladder emptied right over her hand and into her bed. But Erika didn’t care. She saw stars. She wallowed in her filth. “Oh fuck yes you dirty girl Erika, you sick fuck”, her voice let out between breaths. She was in heaven, with her own vomit dripping from her lips and from her tits, down her chest and stomach. The brown sludge wrapping around and. ‘Aww aren’t you a sweet liar?’ I knew he disliked oatmeal mornings. I spoiled him with omelets way to often. His hands squeezed the curve of my stomach. ‘It’s just so heavy.’ ‘There are muffins, too. It’ll be good for you to have a full stomach I’m gonna work you hard today.’ I responded. His hand slid down and cupped my mound through the thin material of his boxers. ‘I fucking love your muffin. I’ll pass on the oatmeal and fill up on this since it’s an option. I promise to do my best work. At times Ruthie wished she could somehow force Jake and Lisette to get back together so they make each other's life miserable instead of making hers miserable. More often she just wished they'd both vanish. She was very resentful that life had made her the offspring of such a pair of idiots.The ominous news from his parents' house prompted Mike to treasure his relationship with Ruthie more than ever. He was careful to make sure that she was always happy with him, even if that meant leaving her. So, now my mind started planning to screw her and give her all she wants but does not get from husband.So, I decided to stay at home in afternoon whenever there was no work and I also used to schedule shootings either in early morning/ evening. One day I was at home in the afternoon when Vaishakha came to my home and asked Bela about the newly purchased nighty as Bela was frying Pakoda’s for me, she told her get it from our wardrobe, she immediately went inside bedroom and wore the Nighty and.