.. a wilting lettuce... a pastel-pink plastic container filled with leftover frozen peas... they were all equally unappealing, and instead Sandi extra...ted an almost-full bottle of white California wine. A drink would calm her nerves and maybe help her fall asleep, although it was still very early.The chilled, fruity-tasting liquid felt good as it slipped down her throat, so the young wife carried the bottle back into the living room with her and sat down on the sofa again. Though she refused to. He is my world, I live and breathe to please him, and in return, he lets me. His joy is my joy, his upset; my devastation. I look around myself, to find a kitty tray filled with posh, perfume scented cat litter, and realize it’s for me. It makes me aware of just how much I need the loo, and I delicately crouch in it, thankful for the privacy. I hear my pee hit the litter, and it’s so odd. So animal like, yet so much more natural than using the toilet. Humans are naturally meant to crouch when. “Why?” Levon asked, still mad at Jaime over the events that had just transpired. “You’re stressed. Let me give you a backrub.”“No.”“Come on, you know you want it.” “…Fine…” Levon sighed, and pulled the car off the road to a clearing of bushes. “Lean forward,” Jaime commanded, and Levon did so, resting his head on the steering wheel. Jaime moved over from the passenger seat and began slowly rubbing Levon’s shoulders. He worked at the knots of tension that he could feel in the other boy’s. She was so turned on at the moment, that her undies felt soaked from her flowing juices. She felt herself being pushed gently backwards and allowed herself to be lowered to the bed, the pair of lips never releasing her nipple. Anne's tongue swirled around and around eliciting shivers of delight from Katie. She squeezed her thighs together, her pussy throbbing and threatening to go into orgasmic spasms. Anne was sucking hard on the nipple now, drawing more and more of the breast into her mouth,.