Each morning, upon Mike's departure, Bela climbs back into the bed and replicates being in my womb. When I have to get up and deny her this time, I am filled with regret. This morning, I got up to make coffee and so she left. Sought refuge on her red couch. She looked so cute I had to capture her! The couch always happens before the skunk-play. A raucous round with her stuffless skunk is how I bid her adieu.
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