I picked up two cartridges for the e-cigarette at the gas station before helping Musette separate the laundry into two piles: one for clean clothes, the other for dirty. There is one washing machine and one dryer in the apartment. Musette thinks it is going to be six loads. We have to clean two down comforters. She has to spot clean her chef pants. We spot clean some of my button up shirts.
I am lustful. Beethoven's monster is rearing within my loins. I want her, but she doesn't want to do anything in her mother's apartment.
I have cum here however many times here now so far.