Have ever thought of a situation where you think you've gotten what you wanted but in the end, you're just starting from the beginning?
I groaned louder and I fell on the sofa, smells of something burning passed through my nose, I sniffed the smell and groaned again, the food I cooked is burning, what the fuck..
She has made me mad, I never burnt food and she's making me uncomfortable and unreasonable. Even without Carter here, she's been taking me a second. I went to put off the gas, I wasn't feeling myself anymore, seeing the counter makes me think of yesterday night.
After we arrived from the airport, we went to mom's place, she had prepared delicious dishes, we came and are, drank wine to our satisfaction, I was even tipsy at that, I wanted to sleep, yes I was feeling sleepy the same as I was feeling horny, Carlos took us home and from there I omitted, he was fast, he was riding fast and that I'm sure he made me vomit.
