James & An Unconscious Angie
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
latergator
James eyelids creaked open. Before him, his hands rested on the floor, but beyond them was an unconscious Angie. The milf lay on her right side, facing towards him, who laid on his left, and her face level with his. Her breathing was gentle, but there, to his relief.
For a moment, he remained still, gripped by confusion as to why the two of them were lying next to each other on the floor. When he had fantasised about similar scenarios, it was on a bed big enough for both of them that they would lay together like this (often after other things) before sleep took their exhausted minds. Why were they on the floor?
The answer quickly returned to him. He remembered everything that had happened up until he lost consciousness in the heavy, bubbling whirlpool of Angie's gut. But, he wondered as his eyes drifted down to rest on her potbelly, why was he now out here and not still in there? Perhaps it was a part of his powers? He had been eaten - well, drunken - before, and no matter how much he had desired to escape the system that was processing him, nothing happened. He had only survived and made it back to being human thanks his consciousness shifting back to the, luckily preserved and undamaged, carton. There was no such carton in this case, however. Perhaps it had only awoken as he had gotten older?
Throwing away the why's and how's, he focused on what was more important: Angie. He pushed himself up onto his knees and scooted over to his neighbor. A sleeping beauty, part of him despaired at having to wake her, to he know she need to know he was alive and okay. He reached his hands out towards her, to gently nudge her awake...
For a moment, he remained still, gripped by confusion as to why the two of them were lying next to each other on the floor. When he had fantasised about similar scenarios, it was on a bed big enough for both of them that they would lay together like this (often after other things) before sleep took their exhausted minds. Why were they on the floor?
The answer quickly returned to him. He remembered everything that had happened up until he lost consciousness in the heavy, bubbling whirlpool of Angie's gut. But, he wondered as his eyes drifted down to rest on her potbelly, why was he now out here and not still in there? Perhaps it was a part of his powers? He had been eaten - well, drunken - before, and no matter how much he had desired to escape the system that was processing him, nothing happened. He had only survived and made it back to being human thanks his consciousness shifting back to the, luckily preserved and undamaged, carton. There was no such carton in this case, however. Perhaps it had only awoken as he had gotten older?
Throwing away the why's and how's, he focused on what was more important: Angie. He pushed himself up onto his knees and scooted over to his neighbor. A sleeping beauty, part of him despaired at having to wake her, to he know she need to know he was alive and okay. He reached his hands out towards her, to gently nudge her awake...
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