Her body relaxed into self-pleasuring. Besides, Pamela didn’t like to intrude into her adult daughter’s personal place. “Do you think you could put it safely in a box or jar?”
The adult child’s lower lip trembled. “Damn bug.” She lay panting, out of breath. She strived to continue screaming but her voice wouldn’t work. She was still thinking. For the rest of the afternoon, instead of keeping up with cleaning, she hunted through their apartment, spray can in hand. Pamela opened her mouth to make her request but was stunned to see the adult child now staring with her mouth open at the bug! Pamela tried to stand. “What do you need?”
“I’m hungry.”
Pamela had to wriggle up the bed and grope for her phone which lay under the roach’s shaded lamp. Was it experiencing her erotic effort like some disco burlesque? When she arrived at work, Michael shook his head. “OOH- Mmmmm.” She closed her eyes to fully enjoy the not so small orgasm.
