Guadalupe Juarez sighed and pinched her nose as she saw the damage in the morning light. She paid for her daughter to stay in this house so that she didn't have to stay in the college dorms, and she threw a party in it? When she had received several calls to complain the night before, she drove over and stopped the party. People were bummed, but they all left. By then, Carla was already passed out on the floor while clutching a tequila bottle. She took the bottle and gave herself a shot to help sleep, unaware of the tiny girl she drank with it.
Now, she was going to have to clean up the mess from last night...and Carla was going to help. Nudging Carla with her bare foot, she got ready to start the argument. "Carla" she started. When Carla began to stir, her heart dropped when she saw her mother standing over her. "Chica, espero que estés lista para limpiar este lío" she said. She knew english somewhat, but much preferred her native tongue.
As Carla got up and was lectured by her mother, you listened with her ear pressed against the stomach wall. You were in Carla's mom? ...that was pretty hot. You certainly liked the older ladies, hell you practically preferred them! But now, how were you supposed to get out of her stomach? ...that is, if you even wanted to. It was pretty nice in the belly, and as a voraphile it was a dream come true. Why give it up so soon?
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