Literally lazy.
What I was supposed to do were mopping and ironing.
But all I did, after stoning for a while at home, was getting out, talking cock, having dinner, reading thrash, and succumbing to a massage. Which was awesome for my very sore thighs anyway.
And then, I got back home, lazed a bit more before I would get the dirty laundry into the hopping machine, stoned for a longer while more before I would get started on the writing. And now, look at the time.
But I needed this. I needed to stone desperately.
My body's been too worn out by the travels and all the activities. My brain too fried by stuff.
Never ever have I had two pairs of hands working on me at the same time.
I actually felt icky. I'm such a puss.
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