Or she pretended not to notice. It was always hard to tell with her. Fifteen minutes of nirvana later, a pillar of fog drifted out of the bathroom along with Alex, who floated into the room as a freshly pinkened phantom, a white towel wrapped just above her chest. Exhausted, she collapsed onto the bed and into Dawn’s lap. Their twin bed creaked under the combined weight with a familiar and friendly groan as Alex attempted to get comfortable, using her partner’s thighs as the perfect warm pillows they were always meant to be. Dawn absentmindedly ran a hand through Alex’s short wet hair, petting her like a cat. “How’s work?” Dawn’s voice was as smooth and motherly as ever. Alex groaned. “I wanna pour blood disolvent in the break room coffee pot.” she mumbled. Cartoon girls in absurdly short skirts danced across blowjob a background of asian oversaturated rainbows on their tv. “Well that’s good.” Dawn studied the Oral Sex screen with unblinking eyes. “Yesterday you were gonna put put a propane tank in the trash compactor.” Alex shot up with a look of determination. “They shat on the doors, Dawn! The stall doors!” There was a fire in her eyes, “Any institution that enables civilization to digress to the point where a woman shitting on the stall doors is acceptable behavior deserves to be purged from the earth with holy fire and extreme prejudice.” Dawn turned away from the tv. She smiled and patted her lap. Alex reluctantly returned to her rightful place in life; lying on Dawn’s milky white thighs. Dawn went back to twirling a loop of Alex’s violet hair. “What happened tonight?” she asked. Alex thought long and hard before she quietly admitted what was bothering her. “The day shift compacted their own trash for once.” On screen, a pink haired girl shot the entire light spectrum at a tentacle monster who screamed and then died, presumably of seizures. “What’re we watching?” Alex asked. “Do they not do that often?” “What?” Brunette Alex turned her head japanese up to Dawn, who was absorbed in the harsh abuse of hue saturation that played out on screen. Dawn looked down with her gentle green eyes and understanding smile. “Compact the trash.” she said. “Oh… ” Alex turned back to their tv, which struggled to display half the colors the show was trying to drown it’s viewers in. “Yeah, they uh, they almost never do. Their supposed to.” she answered, more than a little distracted, “I just wish they did it more often.” She turned back to Dawn, “The hell are we watching?” “It’s part three of the Planet Chaser Starlight Excellence OVA from the 90’s but remastered and with english fansubs.” Alex blinked. Turns out the tentacle monster wasn’t quite dead. It grabbed one of the girls, who screamed while the camera got a good shot of her pretty pink panties. It’s a village. “Little Ava...” “Of course,” blowjob I told him. She remained strapped on her back, looking up at the Brunette razor sharp blade hanging above her neck. japanese “NO!!!” Beelma roared. “Hey dad! Janelle rolls her eyes at Tom and said, "Thank's for dinner, Mrs. asian Deverall. The morgue attendant Oral Sex washed me down and had dryed me off before George Kramer arrived. She is very sick and will not last too long, but we want her comfortable for the time she has, now get to it we are expecting company so clean out here first and have Shannon make a pot of coffee for us. Megan wasn’t shy, she’d return the charm to the boy without a second thought.