She wished she could just climb in. She piled the frozen food in. When she was done, she grabbed a towel from the counter next to her and a handful of...ice cubes from the ice box and made herself an impromptu ice pack. She took the ice pack and walked out into the living room and collapsed on the couch. She dabbed the cold on her head and face. It felt so good! The heat of the air was already attacking the ice, and the towel started to get damp both from the melting ice and her sweat. She set. But, with the plans ahead in place, as he drives home, he is awash with the memories of last night, and how Emma had enthusiastically tried everything new he suggested, and even took the lead too. Her ability to amaze and make him cum over and over astonishes him. In this last week, he has cum more than he had ever done in years and so many times in one day.No, Emma is much more than just his Subject Z. And he begins to have second thoughts about what he plans for her. But then realizes she. We noticed that we had a conection here and I asked her what she would like to drink, she answered and said coffee mocha and I went to get it . no problem and cougar came and asked for a muffin < what kind oat meal carrot < and I had one 2 .We sat done at a table in the donut shop and talked for a bit about the things that were on my profile and hers . We had finished our muffins and me my cnocolate milk and she was still sipping on here mocha and asked if she could take it with her. I asked. Margaret steered me, still slightly stunned, to the Landrover. We didn't take the road as I expected, but the gated track behind the house down which we sometimes walked for a breath of fresh air after hours in the overheated library. It was muddy, deeply rutted from regular use, and when the headlights stopped dancing over the tree-trunks and last season's old man's beard, they came to rest on another five bar gate that led in turn onto a potholed gravel drive, narrowed almost to a tunnel in.