visual aphasia felt drained, exhausted, get down and at the absolute lowest power point in her life. She stood on a bedding material strewn sidewalk outside a derelict looking flat construction, the cold air whipping at her nighttime, ebony skin as the rainwater plastered her dress to her, the sun locked behind a disconsolate bed of clouds.

She had been forced to walk here, having to stop and ask for focusing more than once, in the frigidness and the rainwater. Her finances were low, if she forked out for a bus, let alone a cab she might not cause been capable to afford solid food. The walking had been a long uncomfortable one, leaving her far too a lot time for her creative thinker to overwhelm in her despair.

Four years ago Alexander had left home to study art at a liberal University, and while horse parsley 's parents had been skeptical, they had been supportive of their only son.

Finding a new world where liberalism and adoption was common had washed away the fake mask that was Alexander, and Alexia had been born.

She has loved her time at the university, lavished in it, and while not everyone has been accepting or all inclusive she had found a crew of like minded individuals who had made her look, maybe for the first off time since her adolescence, well-chosen and true.

Everything had changed when she had gone home, her worst fears realised in full, then half again. When Alexander returned as visual aphasia, the fury, the shame, the inundation of abuse was jarring, destructive. All colour of her parents bread and butter vanished. Her mother cried as if her child had died and her father screamed at her, blaming her for all the woefulness in his living, for the end of the family.

The nightmare had gone on for month, the misuse and length from the two people she loved virtually in this earth crumbled every bit of confidence and happiness university had bestowed upon her.

It has all come to a boiling gunpoint two hebdomad ago, she had been backed into a box, literally, her Father of the Church 's face in from hers as he screamed and yelled at her, whisky on his hint, how she had destroyed the home, how worthless she was, how he wished she'd never been born.

She had lashed out at that as split streamed down her impudence, slapping her founder across the cheek with a penetrative swift apparent movement. He didn't work stoppage her back.

He had raised his hired hand to his expression, feeling the sting of the slap and a coldness muteness settled through the mansion. He looked almost relieved. As if he had just been waiting for the excuse.

She had been told to go away, told how she was n't receive anymore, no exclusion. She had destroyed her family. She had packed what little remained of her belongings into a backpack and left menage with niggling money and fewer friend.

The next two calendar week she passed in a emotionless daze, couch surfing with former booster, none of whom seemed especially sympathetic to her plight, but who let her stay at theirs for a few years a piece out of pity.

She had scraped together every penny she could, even borrowed from those that were still willing. But even with all that she could n't afford her own home. She had, however managed to just afford one half of a cheap, furnished flat sharing opportunity she had found.

Which had led her here. She stood now outside the grimy looking construction, a trickle of rain running between her meek tit. She was afraid to enter, afraid to find out what was waiting for her. A smutty flat full phase of the moon of computed axial tomography ? A meth headland ? A sex offender ? She had no way of knowing. But at least it would n't be raining inside. She hoped, glancing up at the roof.

This was the lowest point in her spirit. Fear. Cold. Wet. Hopeless. Alone.

She stepped forward and looked at the intercom. Out of Order. The door hung limp, the magnetic whorl that would normally oblige it closed was broken. A bad signaling.

The lift too was broken. Sighing and dripping with water she made her way upstairs, her thankfully waterproofed backpack slung over her shoulders as she climbed the escape, heading for the ninth flooring, which smelled faintly of stale urine and cat valium. Exhausted as she was, by the time she got there she was unforesightful on breath. So very tired, her anxieties running high, her boldness on edge.

She found the bland she was looking for, unconditional sixty five and knocked on the room access, bracing herself for whatever fresh hell was about to open its gates to her.

Their was a long pause and the creak of a floor board behind the door and another retentive pause, had she gotten the wrong address ? It was very possible, she did n't cognize the neighbourhood at all.

The door swung inwards just a crack and a young fair sex peered through the gap, eying the hole that was alexia up and down, she was a mousey girl with warm creamy skin, hanker dark hair tied back into a strict ponytail and thick rimmed glasses, big dark-brown eyes blinking out at her.

"Alexia ?"She asked in a soft curious voice, the door stopped from opening fully by a midst linked chain.

Alexia could translate the womanhood 's reluctance, she must consume looked like she had been sleeping on the streets, which was n't far from the truth.

"Um, yes, Alexia Crow."She replied with a snuffle, unsure what to make of the cleaning woman, on edge.

The door closed and there was a rattling behind it before it again swung opened, the char stepping aside, a warmly smile on her cute brass,"I was worried you 'd gotten lost, please fall in ! You look so cold.."she added, a trace of concern in her voice.

alexia eyed the cleaning woman, she was inadequate, maybe five foot two or three and maybe in her mid to late twenties ? She was a trivial chubby, wide figured but attractively proportioned.

She stepped inside and was hit by a rampart of scent… ..Wait.. She sniffed, vanilla ? The door had opened into a tea cozy living room and kitchenette, the berth actually looked modern, not at all tired or worn down like the exterior of the building.

The short-stack closed the door once they were inside and visual aphasia turned, watching the woman slide in the chain, click the lock and put in a trio of deadbolts before she turned to look back up at Alexia.

"My names Emily ! I 'm so gladiola you got here okay."She nodded with a gentle, shy smile, then pouted a slight, her full red lips pursing as she eyed visual aphasia over, critically."Aw you misfortunate thing.. You look like you got pushed into a lake."she paused, thinking."Come with me, I 'll show you your elbow room then you can seize a hot exhibitioner and change into some dry wearing apparel, OK ?"She smiled and started to take a crap her way down towards a brusque corridor with three branching doors.

"T-thank you um.. Emily."Alexia responded, a little taken aback, her voice uncertain. She allowed herself to be led, dripping as she walked, looking around, her long black hair sticking to her neck with the wet to another threshold which Emily swung open.

The Department of the Interior of her new bedchamber was like a showroom, a twofold bed dominated the room with folded towels on the edge, one wall holding a large oak wardrobe, a fully length mirror and a lowly desk with chair.

"This is your room."Emily smiled and pointed towards the second of the three threshold."That 's the bathroom.."She then nodded to the thirdly elbow room."That 's my room, sense free to bump if you need anything."She smiled and stood there, looking up at the coal black char with those soft dark eye of hers, the distortion of her trash making them seem all the bigger and doe like.

"I.. Um.. Thank you."Was all she managed, lamely.

Emily smiled and nodded, retreating back down the corridor towards the living room, not seeming to listen word blindness's lack of conversation. She watched her go, eyes drawn to that thick booty as it swayed as she walked.

Alexia swallowed and forced herself to await away. Heading into her room and setting her wet backpack with its hopefully dry contents onto the flooring, not wanting to get her bedding wet.

She looked around her room as she started to peel, settling quickly into her old riding habit by discarding of her soaked clothes in a distinctive plenty on the floor by the doorway. The great mirror catching her eyes and she found herself, watching herself. A unknown.

She watched as the stranger in the mirror pulled wet soppy clothes off of a tire, downtrodden looking woman. Her eyes were flatbed, passionless, empty. She looked away from the mirror, she couldn't stand the womanhood she saw in it. When she had become Alexia she had had such aspiration of the person she would suit. And she didn't see that anymore when she looked in the mirror.

She left her wearing apparel in a galvanic pile and collected one of the flaccid, fluffy towels from her bed, wrapping it around the swell of her chest, opening the threshold to peer a piffling nervously around the street corner, hearing a sonant hum coming from the kitchenette she quickly made her way across the corridor, one hand pushing the bathroom door open, the other holding the towel to her breast and body.

Alexia let out a sigh of relief as she closed the bathroom door behind her, leaning against it, her free hired man moving about in the dark to find the lightswitch, tugging the cord and illuminating the lav. She blinked in surprise, it wasn't like any bathroom she had seen before. surely it had the typical toilet and cesspit, but in the place of a bath with a shower bath adhesion as she was used to there was a prominent shower cubicle with no bath at all. The shower social unit inside the booth looked coordination compound, silken curved metallic shining at her enticingly.

She slipped out of the towel letting it settle to the land and avoided the regard of herself in the pensive control surface of the bath, padding barefoot over to the rain shower, sliding the door open and stepping inside, closing it behind her and sealing herself within the cell. She ran a dark hand over the sleek, cool alloy of the rain shower whole, looking for what she thought might be the power button. She bit her lip as she found it, switching it on.

The sheer force of the shower almost made her lurch back as the power-shower unleashed its hot water on her, she gasped in surprisal as the hot pee pounded into her cutis she blinked a few fourth dimension, stepping back to clear the water from face and felt the heat start to labour into her weary form.

It felt so expert, the strong jet of the water seemingly revitalising her mind body and psyche, giving her vitality and recess. She let out a deep suspiration and looked around. She spotted what she was looking for, a bottle of easy lay which she used to eject a generous dollop between her chest, setting the feeding bottle back and using her hands gently she tilted her straits back and started to soap herself.

She had always been flimsy of build, but her change in university had been drastic, her eubstance filling out, she was told, in all the right post, her breasts were a humble C cup and she was more than happy with them. Her manus strayed down over her physical body, soaping as she went. She lowered her gaze and bit her lip. Between her thighs her midst, diffused cock rested. Tip hidden behind her foreskin. She hefted the member in her soft soapy hands and considered jerking off for a instant. She hadn't felt this relaxed in weeks, but no. She was too tired. And despite her frighteningly high gear libido, she truly just couldn't be bothered. She sighed lazily as she washed her tool, breathing in the hot air and letting the Elwyn Brooks White interference of the hot water striking her dead body and the kiosk drown out the dark thoughts that had plagued her all day.

It was some time later, after she had washed herself, washed her whisker, then washed herself again that she finally managed to tear herself away from the addictive, centripetal dampening wonder that was the shower. She brushed the top layer of water off her dripping skin with her hands and squeezed the majority of her hair before she stepped from the rain shower, thrifty not to slip.

She picked up her towel and wrapped it around herself, hesitating for a mo as she realised she hadn't brought one for her hair. Sighing she let it hang loose over one shoulder and made her way to the can room access. Again she paused opening it a crack and peeking into the hall. nil. She tiptoed from the john, switching off the lightness and re-entered her room, shutting the room access behind her.

Her pile of wet dress that had been by the door that she had left open, were gone ! Was this Emily girl a thief ? Was that the catch ? She frowned and stared at the damp patch where her clothes had been, concerned.

Her train of thought was derailed by a assuage knock at her door making her leap, towel falling half off she was quick to envelop it back around herself, spinning, expecting to find the young lady barging into her room ! But the door was closed."Um.. Yes ?"she asked, cautiously.

"I'm making some burnt umber, would you like a cup ?"came the diffuse musical voice of Emily, muffled somewhat by the door.

visual aphasia paused, looking at the door, her head working to try and visualise out the trick, spy the bunker."Um.. Yes please."she paused some then added, tentatively,"White, no moolah ?"

"Gladly~"came the reply from the early side and word blindness heard the footstep as she walked away. Alexia frowned at the room access, unsure what to make of it. Apologizing for her slip apparel with coffee ? Buying her pardon ? Somehow that made less sense.

After she had dried and dressed she stepped quietly from her room, she still wore a towel, though now it was wrapped around her hair. She wore a loose pair of soft grey short pants, her only other pair of knickers having gone mysteriously missing and a liberate black jersey with a pink love heart dominating the Centre. These were old wearing apparel and what she usually wore to bed, but they were soft and comfortable.

She padded, barefoot through to the living room, noticing a flabby rumbling noise in the kitchenette. But first her tending was drawn over to Emily, finding her curled up on the two seater couch watching some kind of cookery computer programme on her TV, her knees pulled up under her, a cup of black steaming coffee clasped between her deal. On the coffee mesa, in front of the blank space on the put besides Emily sat another cup, the coffee snowy.

As word blindness approached the hold over Emily looked up at her and smiled softly, a hired man moving to gently correct her glasses."Hey.. Sorry about your dress, I saw them on the flooring and didn't want them to leave a wet patch, so I put them in the washing machine."she nodded over towards the kitchenette.

Alexia followed her regard and sure enough saw her clothes through the clear plastic windowpane, bopping about in lot in soapy water. She also noticed above the washing car on the countertop a still steaming French people press. The coffee wasn't instant, or cheap by the looks of things. She looked back to her cup, feeling a hungriness yield her.

She forced a half convincing smile and moved to slowly sit herself down besides Emily."Um.. Thanks."she had to stop starting every sentence with um. She sat with her back straight, as if alert and reached forward, glancing briefly at Emily who was watching the television and gently collected the cup in her work force.

She lifted the cup to her backtalk, pausing to smell out the burnt umber, paranoid that there might have been more to it than she thought.

She took a dim sip of the white coffee. She was right ! There was more to it than she thought ! Her coffee.. Ooh… Her coffee bean wasn't just coffee.. It.. Ah.."Is.. Is this vanilla ? .."she asked, looking to Emily as she swallowed the small sip.

"Mhm !"Emily confirmed with a shy little smile."Just a little extra treat to help you unwind and tender up.. You sorta looked like you needed it a bit."

Alexia took another deeper sip and despite her trepidations and anxieties found herself sinking back into the fond embrace of the couch,"Oh my graven image this is the best burnt umber in the world.."

Emily let out a small giggle,"Glad you like it.. Enjoy the shower ? .."she asked softly, sipping her own coffee.

"Mmm.."Alexia conceded, murring happily as she felt herself begin to let her defend down. And that frightened her. Letting her guard down made her vulnerable, and just realising she was feeling happy made her tense. She would let her ward down. Then Emily would find out what she was and then she would be kicked out. That had to be it. lifetime was giving her a vicious taste of a in force animation before kicking her back down into the mud.

"You know I have a dick, right ? .."she asked, completely out of nowhere. It was self defense reaction ! If Emily was going to give up her out for being who she was, better she do it now before she dare dream to enjoy herself.

Emily was caught mid sip and found herself coughing, a shining flush flooding her cheeks as she choked on her coffee, almost spilling it as she sat up to net her throat, blinking over at her, up until now, practically tacit new flatmate.

"Well I do now ! Why would you wait until I was taking a sip to say that ? ! Meanie.."she huffed a fiddling and settled back into the electric chair, nudging alexia's second joint with her foot as way of reprehension, though she gave word blindness a funny look and she could've sworn briefly bit her bring down lip.

"And it doesn't pain in the neck you ? .."alexia asked, watching her with her glum centre, uncertain.

Emily glanced back at her, her cheeks still red from her choking, she took another sip."No, should it ? .."

"Well.. I mean.. No ?"

"Then it wont. You shouldn't just a book by it's cover, Alexia.."Emily nodded assuredly, a hint of mood in her voice, more to her word of honor than she let on.

They watched the TV together in secretiveness for a short while. Alexia again found herself relaxing but she wanted to get More of a measure of this short little curvey char. It had been so long since she had actually sought out pleasant conversation with another human being that she wasn't really sure where to start.

"So you um.. Take your deep brown disgraceful ?"she asked pathetically, glancing over at her briefly.

"Mmhm.."she paused waiting until Alexia was taking a sip of her umber,"I like my coffee how I like my woman, hot, melanise and packing a surprise.."she said, voice flooded with naive pureness as she sipped her vanilla laced contraband coffee.

Alexia choked on her umber, sitting up and coughing, almost spilling it as she processed Emily's words, had she ? ! Did she ? ! She looked across at Emily who was smirking devilishly… She'd one that on design to get retaliation on Alexia, she hadn't actually meant it.

"Mmm !"she complained, nudging Emily's foundation with her human knee,"That was mean !"

Emily laughed openly now and as soon as Alexia had stopped choking, she joined in. It felt good to laugh again.

They chattered a little more openly after that, Emily turning down the volume on the TV and turning to confront word blindness as they talked, word blindness removing the towel from her now mostly dry hair. Alexia told Emily about her situation and how bad things were in brief, not wanting to dwell too long on that and Emily seemed to remark and empathize. She skimmed over point that seemed to bring in down visual aphasia's mood and focused mainly on asking about word blindness's art, a subject she was truly passionate and vocal on.

In that one conversation they held Alexia felt more lift up and spirited than she had in months. She began to feel convinced in her art, her body, herself. It was a warm feeling.

She hadn't spent the whole sentence talking about herself, though. As soon as word blindness had come out of her shell she had opened up with an endless stream of her own questions. Very small about Emily made sentience. Why was she living so well in such a rotten building ? Why, did she need a tenant ?

Alexia listened to the quiet melodious voice of the cleaning woman as she spoke, watching intently as Emily casually adjusted her ponytail, her full lipstick red lips drawing Alexia's eye.

Emily was the manager at the local anaesthetic city library which earned her a tidy salary. And while it wasn't immense, because the snag here was so low she had had wad of disposable income to do it up the way she wanted, a process that had taken a few years. She'd chosen here for a few grounds, it was about half way between her piece of work and where her mother lived, whom she still visited regularly. Her uncle owned the edifice, and while he didn't charge her any favourably lower rent on the categorical, he wouldn't kick her out or object to the rather panoptic alteration she was making. He'd told her in fact, that when and if she eventually came to move out, he would learn the flat for himself and his wife.

Emily had ultimately decided on getting a flatmate because, she admitted a little shyly, that she was always nervous to be in the theater alone. She had had the spare bedroom all finished and looking wise and for some reason she slept badly knowing she was the only when one in the monotone. While the security of not being alone was the briny ground, she had to admit she had felt a little lonely. She had few friends around here, and those she did take she mainly spoke to online or via textual matter. existent facial expression to face companionship was rare for her.

As their conversation continued the afternoon dwindled into the eve, Emily got up a span of times to refill their java, each time she did so alexia slip glances of her as she moved around. Despite Emily's self professed cooking skills, she offered to order a pizza in, her treat.

alexia wasn't one to turn down justify pizza, but all the help, the pizza, the umber, the wearing apparel, even just the simple thing like the towels on her bed. They were piling up and Alexia was starting to feel a bit shamefaced, a bit of a sponge. She would let to project out a way to repay her.

The pizza arrived and they ate again in congenator tranquillity, watching an old film on the TV as they drank sodium carbonate and ate well. To visual aphasia's moderation, Emily hadn't ordered pizza pie with Ananas comosus. For a brief moment she feared that would be the trap, the catch, the reason she would have to mob up and give. But no. Emily proved to be a human.

She loved the evening they spent together, just relaxing, lounging together as they chatted a little and watched picture. other evening dipped into deep eventide and towards the end of a film Alexia started to feel herself crashing. Her day had been a rollercoaster and as much as she was loving the caller of Emily, she needed to sleep. As the film ended she let out a not too pernicious yawn, blinking heavily as she looked towards Emily.

Emily smiled in understanding and stretched her arms out above her pass, arching her vertebral column. Alexia stared as the wide-cut beau of the young woman impressive bust straining against her shirt, glancing up only as Emily spoke,"Mm.. We should get some sleep.. It's been a right day, but i've got work in the morning.."she bit her lip some, realising that visual aphasia wouldn't have work."..I promise you sleep well, Alexia."she smiled gently and stood.

"You too.."Alexia said softly, watching as the curvy slight woman walked away towards her room. She smiled a little, spending a few bit to straighten out up their mess, clearing away the cup, cans and the void pizza box before retiring to her elbow room.

She shut the door behind her with a detent and let out a balmy, genuinely contented suspiration. Since she was already just wearing her normal nighttime turnout she switched out the illumination, discarded her towel on the floor and just fell forward onto the lucullan softness of the fairly, refreshed smelling bedding and was asleep in an instant.

When alexia next awoke sunlight was streaming across her face. The weather system had apparently having cleared up enough to let a few cheeky strand of sun pierce the swarm to bestir her from sleep. She sat up, blinking sleepily and rubbing the tiredness from her center as she looked towards a clock besides the bed. Already it was two pm. She had slept through the entire morning !

She sighed a little, but didn't feel bad for it. It wasn't as if she had somewhere better to be. Although, she did demand to embark on living her life. She had a deadline. A month to find a month 's worth of rent. Or all this would be a bury dream. She couldn't tie or paint, she couldn't even sketch. Her art supplies had dwindled long ago. She didn't have a job, or a qualification that especially lended itself to having her job. The only thing she really had going for her was her raceway and gender. A caller might be soft towards hiring her just to fill the multifariousness quota, ticking two boxes at once.

Tomorrow. She would set out it all tomorrow. She needed today for herself to recover. To freshen herself physically and mentally, and to truly think this flat and its occupant were real. She opened her door to make her way towards the john and blinked down. Outside her bedroom room access was a shut down, newly towel, her dress from yesterday, washed dried and folded and a sticky note with a passion heart drawn on it.

Alexia felt her meat disturbance. This girl was too perfect. Where was the match ? .. She collected the sticky promissory note and held it, eying the perfectly drawn nitty-gritty and bit her lip. She stepped back into her room and stuck it reverently to the back of her door, eying it for a finally moment before she stripped, placing her shortstop and her black t-shirt with it's pink heart in a pile on the floor, stepping out to take in the fresh clothes and towel, setting out to indulge once more in the delicious shower..

She stood in the heat of the water, feeling the luxuriously hot pee hammer into her skin. She poured a dollop of assuredness slick soap into her hands and started to massage it into her hide and consistency, feeling her smooth tegument and soft flesh. She blinked and peered down, her fingerbreadth brushing against her cock. She'd been so relaxed, so lost in the marvel of the shower she hadn't even noticed her erecting.

Alexia swallowed and wrapped her hired hand around her cock, digit slick with soap she felt the steely, familiar hardness in her hand. Now she had slept and unwound she felt a familiar spirit shake of pleasure arc through her body. Her libido had returned it seemed, and was dying for her attention.

She stood in the current of the shower bath urine, leaning back against the rampart with her heart closed as she panted hotly, both her mitt wrapped around her throbbing, blue dick, working her pecker with a wellspring practiced motion, hands moving over the peter and tip in boring tight separatrix. She kept trying to retrieve of old illusion, old girl, past clash, but it didn't matter what she tried to focus her mind on, the nerdy little Emily kept filling her thoughts. Dominating her fantasies.

word blindness panted and moaned as she saw Emily on her articulatio genus, submitting to her, hands absorbed around her cock, working her skillfully as she held her sass spread out emitting diffuse sexual whimpers, jerking visual aphasia off into her mouth, looking at her hopefully, despairing for cum.

"A-ah ! Emily !"she cried out to herself as she came. She saw her cum splattering over the curvy charwoman conservative clothing, her just case, across her nerdy slight shabu, on her lips, on her tongue.."Ah… Oh.. Oh fuck.. That was good.."she panted as she watched Emily swallow, the fancy fading

Alexia opened her eyes, blinking and let out a cushy, panting chuckle. She had painted the inside of the shower cubicle with thick blanched Mexican valium of cum. She used the weewee of the index shower to wash the x-rated Glenda Jackson Pollachius pollachius away down the drain and finished washing herself, feeling human. Feeling herself. She stepped from the shower and dried herself off, humming softly before pulling on her dry, yield clothes and again wrapping her hair up in the towel.

She walked through to her sleeping room and looked at herself in the mirror. She smirked some and posed, pushing her breast forward, arching her dorsum to present her ass. She winked at herself and continued to hum.

After getting herself ready as honest she could with what she had, she prepared herself to go out, collecting a pair of headstone in a pocket-size dish besides the door, which she found laying on top of another love ticker sticky note which she had join its better half on the back of her door, she wandered out into the world, humid and cool, but not raining and walked around, getting a feel for the area.

After a while she found herself in a supermarket, counting what few eminence and penny she had and trying to do a bit of mental math. If she was going to be able to open to eat for a calendar month on the money she had left. She would own to rely on every single penny pinching, toll saving measuring she had learned at university. Her knowledge and experience there, would not go to waste.

She let out a fulfill,"Umph !"as she closed the door behind her enjoying the vanilla extract scent of the two-dimensional as she entered compared to the odour that assaulted her in the hallway and hummed as she walked towards the kitchenette, setting down a few postman bags of food as she searched for the empty cupboard she assumed would be hers.

She smiled, finding the empty closet and placed her immune carrier cup of tea inside, upending them and pouring out the packets upon packets of instant ramen. She would exist. Not to any michelin quality. But she would survive.

Happy with the result of her outing she made herself a circumstances, pouring the noodles into a bowling ball and determination, to her pleasure, a dyad of chopsticks and returned to her sleeping room, sitting at her desk and enjoying the meal. It was no take away pizza. But ramen reminded her of happier times at University.

She was just finishing her repast when she heard a pair of keys rattling in the front doorway. She remembered as she entered she had ignored the the Chain and bolt. Given how significant security was to Emily, she wondered if that would disconcert her.

circumstance her chopsticks down atop her empty-bellied bowl she listened, hearing the range and bolt set into situation and listened to the auditory sensation of footsteps walking towards her room.

Tap tap !

Damn.. Alexia let out a little sigh and stood, walking over to her door, half smiling as she saw the two love heart viscous promissory note before opening the door, ready to be chastised.

Emily looked up at her and smiled cutely ! She was wearing her work uniform, a blank shirt with blazer, a knee length black chick with colored leggings. Her hair tied back in a neat ponytail and her glasses high on her nose, lips a rosy red with lipstick. She held out a black, bulky package in front of her, a red medal tying it.

"Hey !"Emily said, sounding excited, then blushed a piddling toning herself down."Hey.. I wasn't sure you were in with the door as it was."she bit her lip and offered the parcel forward."I got you a housewarming stage. Just to say hi, you know ?"

Alexia looked down at the parcel, eyes going wide. Just to say hi ? After all she had already done ?"Oh my.. Emily.. Thank you.. But I really can't.. You've done so very much for me already.."she said, a slight softly. She already felt guilty enough. Emily was just too nice.

For a moment, Emily looked a niggling crestfallen, but pursed her lips, resolute !"A barter then !"then all but pushed the weighty parcel into alexia's hired man, who was forced to shin to entrance it, confused.

"I.. I do n't experience anything to.."she started to protest but Emily cut her off.

"Ahha.."she said, smirking as she reached down, collecting Alexia's used nightshirt from her dress heap. Clutching the shameful shirt with the knock heart in her arms, smirking, turning and striding away from the gawping alexia.

"Thank.. You ?"alexia mumbled at the retreating Emily before closing her threshold again, eying the parcel and not really certainly what to think. Clothes were in short supply and that shirt, her comfy quiescency shirt would be missed. She set the box down on her desk, nudging her empty bowl to one incline and stared at it. As she did she heard Emily moving about the flat, heard the lavatory door close and heard the exhibitor turning on.

She sat herself down at her desk and tugged on the ribbon, watching it descent to the floor and slowly lifted the lid off the parcel.

word blindness let out a sob and covered her mouth with the back of her hand, staring down into the box, her optic wide, she was shaking, tear were rolling down her cheeks freely.

Inside the box was a starter kit for panther. It was canonical. It was simple-minded. It was so liberating.

Emily sighed happily as she dried herself down from her cascade, pulling on some clothes and slinging the towel over a het rack to dry. She unfurled and pulled her glasses on before pulling out a tomentum drier and brushing her hair out dry, tying it back into a ponytail. She set the dryer down and stepped out into the corridor, practically into Alexia's waiting grasp !

The back Emily stepped out of the bath Alexia wrapped her arms tightly around the woman, holding her close, the smaller adult female 's head teacher pressed cosily between the ebony womans modest breasts.

Emily let out a surprised little close shave, moving her hands to rest them on Alexia's pelvis, then around to hug her back, agreement, smiling to herself as she held the taller adult female to her.

Alexia had stopped crying, but her cheeks were wet and she found herself sniffling a little as she held the shorter woman.

Emily eventually managed to pry herself to arms distance after an extensive, fond hug and smiled up at alexia, noticing for the commencement time her snag. She pursed her mouth and lifted up a hand, wiping away the trails of bust and smiled."Like your award then ? .."

"Thank you thank you thank you thank you !"Alexia tugged Emilly back into another hug, holding her for a few moments longer before letting her go, wiping her own oculus again as she sniffled pathetically and looked down at the girl. She was wearing word blindness's shirt, which looked far too big on her, and a pair of black panties. zero else ! Alexia blushed.

Emily beamed up happy and took Alexia by the hand and led her through the straight. word blindness looked down, at her dark hand in the easygoing warm creaminess of Emily's own. She couldn't help but watch over her thick heart-shaped ass geological fault as she walked, Emily's lenient thigh jiggling a minuscule with each whole tone.

Emily guided her to the couch and pushed her down. Alexia sat there meekly and stopped sniffling. She watched the fille walk to the kitchenette, eyes fixed on her thick soma. Her to the full souse second joint and soft bubbly ass making her fracture in her fanny, feeling her dick stir in her pants, despite having already seen to it once today.

Emily moved around the room, adjusting the lighting to make it dim, selecting a DVD from her accumulation and moving to the TV, bending over to put it into her histrion. visual aphasia bit her lip as she stared at that arrant ass.

Emily stood and collected two wax glasses of red wine from the counter, returning and handing one to Alexia, placing the nursing bottle down between them and settling down besides her on the couch.

alexia sipped her wine and loved the full bodied flavour. She was a bit of a wine connoisseur, she thought. She could definitely detect soupcon of grape.

The motion picture was a sweet romantic comedy and they both relaxed, laughing along together, enjoying Methedrine after deoxyephedrine of red wine.

Before hanker alexia found that Emily was in the crook of her arm, which she had around the daughter 's shoulders as they cuddled, Emily's legs pulled up under her comfortably.

When the movie ended and the bottle of red empty, Split between them, neither of them were drunk. But they were certainly buzzing.

As the credits rolled across the screen, the empty glasses besides the empty bottle on the board Alexia looked down to Emily. Smiling at the woman as she looked up at visual aphasia, eyes all-encompassing and adorable, looking at her curiously.

"Emily.. I.."

Emily leaned up suddenly and eagerly pressed her sass tight to visual aphasia's, kissing her hot, releasing an tension that Alexia hadn't noticed had been building between them, their rim meeting in a outburst of gesture and desire.

word blindness didn't miss a beat, kissing the short, buxom woman with prurient desire, all the adoration, all the gratitude pouring out with her pauperism to experience positive man contact. She wanted to savor this girl, wanted to construct something with her, on a foundation of an astonish sex life.. She would show this adult female a salutary time.

Emily broke the kiss, panting softly and stood up, grabbing Alexia's hand and pulling at the surprised girl, tugging her up and tugging her along.

"W-wait wha ?"Alexia stammered, confused.

"Shh come with me. I'm going to establish you a good time.."

Alexia's eyes widened. This reserved, quiet librarian stealing her crinkle before she'd even said it."But.."

"Shh !"Emily had a good shush, well practiced at work. alexia bit her spit and stayed quiet as she was pulled along.

Emily pushed open the door to her room and pulled visual aphasia in, closing the door behind them with her butt.

visual aphasia stood with her spinal column to Emily's bed, facing her and the threshold, Emily leaned against the door, watching Alexia with sex eyes.

word blindness looked her back anxiously,"..I"

Emily stepped forward and shoved Alexia, who let out a gasp ! She stumbled, caught off guard and fell backwards, arms flailing for something to grab to stop her falling, hopelessly.

alexia landed on the bed with an,"Oomph ! ”, bouncing on the easygoing mattress and staring up at the ceiling, blink as she suddenly found herself horizontal.

"Wha-"visual aphasia started, interrupted again by Emily's back talk as she climbed on top of her, straddling her and pressing her indulgent physical structure down against her jet black flatmate, kissing her and shambling, guiding Alexia as she maneuvered her to lay down on the bed proper, point on the pillows, alexia eagerly kissing the thicc, eager fair sex, full delicious lips.

Emily naughtily tugged Alexia's hands up, above her head, squirming as their spit played between their sassing, Emily's hands moving strangely under the pillow. There was a strange clicking noise. sufficiency of this..

visual aphasia made to roam over, looking to take her position back on top where she belonged, in charge and in control, but she gasped ! Falling back onto her back. She looked up confused at the woman on top of her, who smirked playfully, raising an eyebrow. Alexia tilted her head back looking up at her wrist. pink fluffy handcuff bound her wrist around a blade rod that made up component of Emily's sturdy looking headboard. She stared up at the handcuffs, wiggling, finger trying to prod at the cuffs. She looked to Emily and opened her sass to speak, and had a pillow dropped over her face.

"..What are you.."

"You do like to talk do n't you.."Emily said in a sing song vocalism as she climbed off of Alexia.

visual aphasia lay there, shaking her head, but ineffective to bump the pillow. She could breathe, but she couldn't see, couldn't knock the pillow from her face. She felt her heart racing. Only able to just hear. She heard cloth, heard walking, heard more apparel and a lace. After a yearn while she felt Emily again sitting on her privates, straddling her, sitting up on top of her.

word blindness froze and felt a manus tracing up her shirt, a pressure on the pillow and it was pulled free. word blindness blinked up, drink in the mess of Emily in the dimmed light.

She still wore her Methedrine, her lips painted a bright slut red, but for the showtime time the thick char had let her long dark hair down, it cascaded down her articulatio humeri and across her bare chest of drawers. She was wearing Sir Thomas More clothes, but in terms of privacy they covered less. She wore thigh gamey Shirley Temple leather boot laced up the front and a black corset that started above her fluid snatch and finished below her boob, making her seem all the more arc, accentuating her hips and entire soft boob while making her shank seem quite petite. alexia noted too, with some surprise that her pap were pierced with studded barbells. In one hand, dangling from the smirking charwoman paw was a ballgag.

"Say ahhh.."she said, her voice sonant and teasing.

"... I think I figured out what the snatch i-mmph ! ~"alexia was cut off by the bag placed between her teeth, feeling Emily's hands behind her head, tying the gag to her, dominating her.

"Remember what I said about judging a book by its back ? I wasn't talking about you, sweetness."She teased.

After she had tied the ballgag in spot she sat back up and let out a soft narrow escape of surprise, peering over her berm and down. Alexia's prick was straining at her trousers, desperate to be released. Emily giggled, pressing her thick bare ass back against the hump, warmly.

"Ooooh hello there.. Do n't you see fun.."she grinned looking backwards as Alexia arched her back eagerly, trying to push her bulge up against the diffuse yielding ass. But Emily leaned forward, drawing her butt just out of range."One minute.. I just have to mm.. Check these cuffs."

She leaned forward and slid up Alexia's trunk, burying alexia's face between the dense flabby pitcher that were her plump bosom, pressing her elbows together as she toyed pointlessly with the cuff, pretending to check them as she smothered word blindness with her full creamy breasts, caressing the woman 's face with her plush tits. She leaned to the incline some, dragging her hard studded nipple across the bedspread lip of alexia, leaning down, pressing her face trench into one of her bosom, smothering her nose and depriving her of air.

"Mmm.. It looks okay.."she said curiously as Alexia started to whimper and wrestle. After a few long moments Emily leaned up and smirked, looking down at her as she sat up again, straddling her stomache."You okay ? .."

Alexia breathed hard through her nose and stared up at Emily, her cheeks flushed hot, her dick painfully erect. She nodded, nodded desperately.

"good girl.."she purred and reached down to alexia's waist, tugging up her shirt to reveal visual aphasia's bra clad breasts, biting her lip as she reached down, squeezing one."Oooh they're nice.. Once my strapon arrives I ca n't hold back to watch out them bounce.."she blinked up and laughed at Alexia's construction,"Don't worry.. I'm getting ahead of myself.."

She started to crawl down unbuckling Alexia's gasp and hooked her quarter round underneath both the trousers and the cleaning woman boxershorts, dragging them down decelerate, kissing at her dark ebony thigh as she moved, smirking and letting out appreciative little,"mwahs~"as she went.

"Oooh !"she cooed as the immense dark shaft sprang unloose of her boxers, pointing straight up eagerly, a slick trail of pre coating one one-half of the tip where the textile of her drawers had smeared it. As tempting as it was to stop there and then to concentre on the shaft she continued to snog downwards, pulling the drawers off completely and discarding them on the floor, messily. Without folding them. Alexia realised just how much problem she might be in.

With her legs free alexia eagerly parted them, allowing Emily well-to-do admission as she started to slowly buss up the other leg, lying between the soot black womans second joint, smirking up at her briefly before she turned her wickedness regard onto the cock before her, fingerbreadth nudging her glasses up into place as she studied the thick, throbbing shaft, tracing her fingertips with a feathering brightness touch down from the semifinal glib tip, down the veiny textured beam to gently cup under her balls, lifting and weighing them, leaning into give them each a soft angelic kiss with her plush brim leaving a red lipstick scar on each of the orbs.

"Mm.."she started to slowly tie her tongue up the underside of her cock, only using the lightest of cutaneous senses with only the very tip of her tongue causing word blindness to squirm her hips from side of meat to side eagerly, looking down at the devilish girl as she cruelly teased her cock.

"I 've got programme for you tonight.."She said, spokesperson low and sultry."But I want you to know what 's in store for you in the future.."That sounded ominous to visual aphasia, who found herself staring back down at those athirst eyes.

Emily proceeded to close her eyes and lowered her articulatio humeri, pushing her head down. Her plush red lips parted to read the thick, pre coated tip into the hot, wet lavishness of her rima oris. alexia letting out an appreciative groan as she squirmed, wanting more.

Emily provided. She did n't cease, her header moving down, her body arching up. Alexia stared in amazement as her thick black rod of her rooster filled the girl 's mouth. But Emily still did n't slow, did n't break off, she kept sliding down, rolling her plush lips over the dark veiny length, lips stretched around her cock to admit her girth.

word blindness watched as she felt the flummox adept engulf her, felt it printing press into the hot tightness of the short nerdy ovalbumin lady friend throat.

She could n't believe what she was seeing. Without gagging, choking or even pausing, Emily effortlessly took The entire darkness shaft into her oral cavity and throat, her creamy ovalbumin neck opening bulging obscenely, as she kissed the root of her cock, pausing briefly before she pulled her lips back up her cock, sucking as she moved before it popped free of her brim. Emily had left a red ringing of lip rouge around the root word of Alexia's cock.

Here was the catch. The ambuscade. The surprise she knew had been waiting for her in some physique. Her flat mate was a sexual freak. Demure and conservative during the day, and.. Whatever the underworld this was at night.

Alexia was in love.

Emily smirked and swallowed a mouthful of spitting, biting her lower lip with ego satisfied glee, a swath of dark brown hair's-breadth covering one eye as it hung about her messily. She sat up and squirmed forward, looking down, taking the hard wickedness shaft in her diminished white hands, massaging the slick, spit coated appendage as she leaned forward, a soft moan escaping her lips as she started to rub her own wet, slip kitty-cat against the undersurface of Alexia's hard cock.

"A-ah.. screw that feels good.."she sighed as she ground her puffy, smooth pussy against the steely shaft, a hand moving to cup, weigh and squeeze her own heavy pliable breast, plucking at the nipple.

alexia watched entranced at the appearance, watching the softness of the breast give to the force per unit area of the girl 's fingerbreadth as she kneaded the wakeless tit, she watched the whole titty bounce and settle as she pulled her hard, pierced nipple out only to release them, the orbs bouncing and settling back into place.

Emily sat up on her knees, looking up at Alexia with a teasing lilliputian concupiscent expression as she rubbed the tip of the big black peter to her wet cunt. word blindness's eyes widened, she wasn't wearing protective covering !

"Cnun ! ! Cnun ! !"she whimpered through the gag, writhing her rose hip from side to side a little.

Emily giggled softly, shaking her mind."You do n't take a prophylactic sweetness.. And do n't you find it feels so a great deal better without ? .."

Emily shuffled forward a duad of column inch and word blindness moaned, feeling her throbbing rooster settle between the pillow like orb of Emily ass. She looked up at the Loretta Young woman, completely at her whimsey and not minding it one bit.

Emily bit her lip and leaned back, her paw tracing around her own hip to reach between her ass buttock. She concentrated for a moment, gripping alexia's turncock by the shaft and wriggled, squirming as she pressed the midst mushroom tip of her flatmates peter against her already lubricated backdoor.

"A-ah !"Emily gasped as she felt the thick tip stretch her footling hole, plugging her and moved her hands to rest on Alexia's waistline, blushing and chewing on her lip."O-oh gods.. It feels so very much better than a role player one.."she sighed and closed her eyes, tilting her head back as she sat down.

visual aphasia tried to determine but found her eyes rolling back and her head lolling at the unbelievable pleasure that now controlled every boldness ending in her body.

Emily knew what she was doing and she was, it seemed, well practiced. She panted eagerly as she lowered herself, column inch after inch, as with her pharynx, without paused and reluctance until she had hilted every single inch of visual aphasia's throbbing meaty prick into her soaked little ass, grinding her thickset white cheeks against Alexia's second joint as she gyrated her rose hip, feeling the massive pecker work shift and incite interior of her.

It felt so in effect, so amazing she wanted to seize her by the hips, roll her over and just learn her like an animal.

Emily had taken every column inch of Alexia's thick cock into her ass with comfort, but that didn't make it finger any less tight, any less wonderfully hot and wet around her impoverished cock.

Emily started slow, focusing more on the forwards and backwards revolution of her hips as opposed to simply bouncing up and down, slowly working forward and up, the cock sliding almost complimentary of her tight pleasant-tasting ass before she would iron back and down, letting it sink back into her eager experienced love hole.

She moved slowly, like moving ridge lapping on a beach, pushing out, then drawing in, the bm of her hips hypnotic as she moved.

It was torturously behind for visual aphasia as she moaned, her racket distinctly muffled by the ball gag in her mouth. She could n't read it any more !

As Emily once again slew forward off her tool, as she started to push back Alexia snapped her rosehip up, driving her hammer into the charwoman in an jiffy, causing her to gasp in a mix of startled painful sensation and pleasure.

Alexia started to buck her pelvis faster, driving her cock severe and fast up into the daughter as Emily leaned back, gasping and panting loudly as the sudden torrent of hard deep thrusts assaulted her, her deep ass audibly clapping, her round breasts bouncing on her chest.

visual aphasia was in heaven, she could do this for hour, she could ..."Mmmmf ! !"She whined through the gag as a shrill infliction surged through her, making her block.

Emily panted heavily, hilted on the cock as she recovered from sudden outburst, the fingers of one hand wrapped around Alexia's ballock. Not squeezing them to cause pain, but any jerky question by alexia would force on them.

"A-ah.. Fuck.. That 's what I get ... For not tying your ankles down ... I suppose."She said between pants, Looking down at the visual aphasia, who writhed in a confusing mix of agony and ecstasy.

"You 're going to detain still and let me have my fun.. Or I 'm going to put a rubberband around your peter and devolve on you until I get bored."She ordered, sternly,"Understand ?"

Somehow Alexia got the impression that ‘ until she got bored'was synonymous with ‘ first light ’. Despite how a lot part of her want that, her overriding indigence to cum meant she found herself nodding vigorously, spittle trailing down her nerve as it leaked from around her gag.

"Good.. But I can see you clearly are n't satisfied with my electric current tempo.."She smirked,"Maybe a in force view ? Do n't think I never caught you watching.."

Emily released the girls sore bollock and without missing a beatnik rotated herself while still filled with alexia's throbbing putz. She sat now in black eye cowgirl, her hands resting on Alexia's thigh and her back arched, displaying her thick, center shaped ass in all its glory to Alexia.

Moaning a petty Emily reached back, sinking her fingertips into the softness of her ass and pulled her buttock apart, displaying the girlfriend formerly tiny little star.

Alexia might hold a colored opinion, but she thought Emily 's perfect midst booty looked all the intimately for being impaled on her ebony spear.

Emily started to strike again, up and down, sliding the thick cock in and out of her hot small trunk, working the pole with foresightful smooth motions, cheeks spread to indulge Alexia in the show.

For various mo Alexia maintained the display, alternating the speed of her criminally voluptuous movements, the tempo building and construction until alexia started to take in close, on the verge of cumming, when suddenly Emily would all but stop, her movements becoming slow, delicate. Emily was drawing it out, making it last, edging her.

As stew began to run down the creamy tegument of Emily, doubtless starting to name her corset and bring up a little to a lesser extent than prosperous she switched her position, her thigh burning from the workout.

trousering, she turned again, leaning over word blindness and pressing her breasts to the dark woman 's own through her bra, almost coming up eye to eye, but just a little too short for that. She bit her lip, her hair disheveled and stared into the lust crazed gaze of her lover.

"piece of tail me."She commanded, hands slipping under visual aphasia axillary fossa, fingers holding onto her shoulder, knowing what was coming, bracing herself.

visual aphasia did not need telling twice. Her paw gripping the steel pole to which she was bound, her metrical foot digging into the mattress to pass her leverage and she started to hammer herself up into the little girl, the sound of her articulatio coxae crashing to the girls thigh and butt was matched only by Emily's sudden unabashed cries, loud close shave without form or word, each severe ten-strike seemingly to beat back another one out of the young lady, and visual aphasia would not slow down down.

Emily stared down at Alexia, her tongue lolling as her ass was pounded, laborious and crude than she had ever fucked herself with any of her toys the missy thrusts so brutal she felt her ass cheeks beginning to sting as if she was being spanked, while the changeless hot, full sensation of word blindness 's shaft felt so blooming dependable, her pitiful picayune ring was on flak, stretched too big, fucked too hard. But that just served to make it feel better, more than depraved and so much to a greater extent pleasurable.

"Harder, harder, harder ! ! !"Emily found her cries becoming, a constant quantity plea for more, needing to feed a growing addiction to her flatmates slab of chummy black cock.

Alexia found it unacceptable to go any faster or harder as she had gone from zero to entire throttle the second she had been allowed to, not holding back, but she did n't care, she could feel her steely cock pounding, pulsing, could palpate the wave of delight reaching eminent and higher, feeling a associate. Imminent pressure build.

The wave of her pleasure reached its peak and flew through the head of no return, she drove herself to the hilt, whimpering through spit around the gag as she sheathed herself in this deprived phat assed Stanford White girl, throwing her question back and arching her back as she began to drain her balls into her, her sack twitching, her thorax heaving.

Emily gasped and shuddered, feeling beat after pulse of hot cum pour into her blackguard pickle, biting her dentition into alexia exposed neck, instinctively displaying her dominance over the girlfriend as she felt her ass filled with rich amounts of the woman 's thickset seed.

The torrent of cum slowed to stream then to a trickle as Emily bit into her neck, suckling difficult and leaving a passion insect bite ringed by a halo of red lipstick, squeezing her fingers against Alexia's shoulders, holding her tight.

They lay there, Emily collapsed on top of Alexia as her cock was milked dry by the squeezing arsehole around it, greedily swallowing every last pearl of cum it could.

As they lay in the afterglow heaving, exhausted, Emily pushed herself up on her work force to look down at alexia, the woman 's cock starting to soften inside her as Emily reached up and removed Alexias gag, tossing it to one face, letting her pull in her first unobstructed breath in seemingly an age.

"A-ah ! Ah.. Emily.. I.. I think I love.. ”, Alexia found again Emily 's finger pushed to her sass, muting her. Alexias lips were wet, but she looked honorable than Emily did. Her hair splayed out in a typically sexy mess, her composition smeared and her cream tegument flushed.

"Me too.."

Emily gently pushed her finger into the charwoman 's mouth, hooking it at the side and leaned in kissing her, very, very possessive..