Amy slipped his shirt off, and yanked down his jeans. Man, she really must BE sick, he thought to himself. Blowjob sex She felt her thighs abruptly pushed apart, and wondered dreamily if it was her husband there with her in the cabinet. TUESDAY, LATE MORNING
Outside, Daryl turned the brunt of his rage towards the shop owner, rolling up the sleeves of his flannel as he prepared to kick the shit out of him. Amy reached back and spread her cheeks wide, and his tongue found her asshole. He turned on the light, and walked back to the armoire, the left side door still open. “I paid your ass TWELVE hundred dollars for that damned thing two DAYS ago, you son of a bitch.”
Although, he thought, I’d GIVE the fucking thing back to you at this point. And there, on the cabinet floor, a large puddle had formed. “Can’t you leave again?” she thought, but forced a weak smile, and allowed him to bring her some microwaved soup.
