In this way, perhaps Sandra’s stench trench would become sufficiently lubricated so as to allow the handsome hipster’s penal boner entry into Sand...a’s hot wet coozy cum dumpster where he would be able to shoot a load of hot sticky baby batter into her bearded clammy gash perhaps impregnating Sandra. If that were the case, that baby would receive ample nourishment from those aforementioned big nipples. Sandra was intrigued by handsome hipster whose name was the actual act of vomiting. She. Not going to do much good - sun's plenty bright. Tommy was mumbling to himself. From the stack of books at the end of the couch, Tommy dug out the book he needed to be reading. As he spread out on the couch, he flipped on the table lamp.-----"Nobody in the window, yet," Josh announced without looking up."Yeah, but a light did get turned on," Leo stated, "and with that cloud that just came over, the view really is pretty good."Considerable time passed without any change, then..."Alright," Josh. Surprised, I stop right there briefly… our eyes lock… and you drop the robe over yourshoulders to reveal to me a long white gown with a split up to your hip… the spaghetti strings strain to holdyour breast in. Your nipples, enlarged point directly at me… then you turn and I see that the back of thegown stops a half-inch above your ass as you walk towards the bedroom… I follow in hot pursuit… when Ireach the bedroom my pants and my shirt is completely unbuttoned… no sock, no shoes. Your sitting. "How do you feel, Sierra?" Wynne gave her professional, bland smile as she checked my pulse."Weak. And hungry. Like I ran a thousand miles and haven't eaten in a month. Where are we?" We're still in the Brecilian Forest, on our way back to the Dalish camp. What you are feeling is normal, given what you've been through the past few days." And what exactly have I been through? Oh, and what happened to Morrigan?"Alistair laughed. "You happened to her!"Wynne shot him a dirty look, and he shut up..