I really didn't dwell on things or explore - I was tooshocked by the heaves to really think about anything else. I finished mybusiness in the restroo... and headed back to the bedroom with thetrashcan.After a short search, I changed into a fresh pair of undies and t-shirtand sweat shorts. I headed down to the kitchen to find a new trashbagfor bedroom, and to see if I could figure out where to put the pukey one.After looking through a few cupboards I found the trashbags, and decidedto twist the. If someone were to come to his apartment building at that very moment, they would be greeted with the stench that would put even a sumo wrestler to sleep in a matter of seconds.‘The Trashmaster’ his online friends called him, due to the sheer amount of trash in his room. The floor, the ceiling, his bed, even in between the wall-mounted air conditioner somehow, it was as if there had been a literal tsunami of trash come into his room and made it home.“Time to tidy myself up, I guess.” These. ..but suddenly my fingers aren't in your pussy anymore, and my thumb isn't rubbing your clit. I pull away from kissing you a moment later and you whimper as your orgasm starts to fade away. You pout at me and try to bring your own hand down to finish what I started but I grab them both and pin them above your head, smiling evilly. "Plea..se," you manage to shudder out as your body shakes with need, but I just keep smiling and shake my head. I then slide you down and off the bed onto your knees,. You look a little reddish. Stuttering Megan said, I had a sore throat this morning aunt Ann. Giving her a look, Ann said, when you're done here I want you to get in bed till I can take your temperature. Rushing to finish, Megan wanted to get her room and out of her dress before Ann came in. Taking her dress off, it dragged across her nipples again. Throwing her night gown on she jumped into bed. Laying under the sheets, she had to contend with her butt and vagina hurting. Reaching between her.