"Once Brody finished heaving, between panting breaths, she spoke. "I feelfluffy g-gross. I'm tired of fluffy barfing, and everything fluffy hurts.My h...ad hurts, my ta-ta's hurt, my s-stomach hurts, but at least I'm nota f-fuzzy blimp anymore, Your Majesty." Why do you think I did this to you?" Samantha asked."Because you're fuzzy crazy! You're a man-hating dynamite beauty, YourMajesty!" Brody replied before heaving again."Well, we've definitely got a lot of work to do still," Samantha. Still sufficiently tipsy, Cynthia climbed on the bed and snuggled her naked papaya and cocoa butter scented body next to him, using her body to create some sexual tension and friction. She grabbed her container of shea butter and positioned herself on her stomach, and wordlessly instructed her lover that she wanted a massage. He complied happily, warming the oil between his palms before kneading her flesh with gentle, loving strokes. Cynthia decided to keep her secret a while longer but she. I texted Ryan and told him to “call me!!!” He never responded. Days turned into weeks without seeing or speaking to Ryan. Finally, I received a text from him inviting me to go out. He drove up to the house around 10 at night. He honked the horn and I left the house and got into his car. I had no idea where we were going. He drove dangerously fast down the street. The first words out of his mouth: “I know you know I’m seeing your mom. I saw her again last night.” I sat speechless. The balls this. She approached us and told me that I needed to follow her out to the parking lot and then walked out of the club. The two girls I was with both said that I had better go out and see what she wanted. I went to the parking lot and approached her, she was standing by her car. She told me that she wanted to spend some time with me and to follow her to the Pioneer Motel, which was only a few blocks from where I lived, so I agreed and followed her there, we parked in back by one of the rooms and I.