The cold night air feels good.

I'm glad we live so close. I'm walking slowly on my own now. My muscles are starting to regain some of their usefulness. It's moe of a waddle than a walk in truth.

"What happened in there, Lus?"

I just shake my head.

"Are you ok??"

The strange tingling and intense pleasure I've been feeling is starting to fade. I spit and wipe my mouth.

"I just need to get home," I spit again, "my stomach..."

I double over for a moment feeling like I'm going to vomit. The more I think about this stuff slushing around inside of me, leaking out of my pussy, the more nauseated I become, but nothing comes out.