As he waited, Denny decided to look around but only nearby where Trisha left him, just in case she came back so soon, she would see him right away. He checked the other scented oils on the shelves. There were so many scents to choose from. "I think they have all kinds of nice scented oils around here," Denny murmured, checking every bottle and their scent sampler. But the rack he was nearby with were all flower-scented oils. He saw clary sage, chamomile, geranium, jasmine, juniper berry, lavender, rose, and their claimed effects to be good for. Lavender, Ylang Ylang, and Clary Sage have calming properties when one needs to relieve some stress. To smoothen or improve the appearance of the skin, Geranium, Helichrysum, or Roman Chamomile is said to be the best option. In general, the common properties that floral oils give to its user are emotional benefits as well as enhancement to the skin and hair. There were small bottles with only about fifty milliliters contents. The smallest one
The two were still murmuring and giggling when a guy from the next counter to the right line on the cashiers' row kept staring and frowning as he seemed to recognize someone from the crowd where he was looking at. There were some racks of items sold in single packaging right next to the cashier. Things that people would fancy to pick while waiting for their turn to be paying their goods and leave the supermarket like bubble gums, car air fresheners, wet wipes, eco-bags, bottled water, energy drink, and more. It also divides the line from one cashier counter to the other. But the distance was not too far from each other, and Denny's conversation with the lady cashier reached the nearby cashiers and customers. He attracted attention, although they did not say anything. Their eyes followed to where he went after speaking about his pleas with the person he considered to be of concern. The guy recognized Trisha, but he was not so sure. He decided to find out if she was who he thought she
Denny was not surprised at what name the guy called Trisha. He had seen from the legal documents of their contract that her name Trisha is what she uses at work. It wasn't her real name, but as he was used to the one she introduced herself to him, Denny did not mind. Besides, nowadays, he doesn't even call her by her first name. She is his "honey" and he was hers."Honey, do you want to talk with this guy?" Denny asked Trisha gently. He did not want to be rude and pull her away if she wanted to deal with the guy. But if things were only up to him, if he could decide for her, Denny wanted to punch the guy for that grab on her wrist earlier. "No, honey. I don't think I need to speak with anyone who would dump me like a hot potato after getting what he's after," Trisha replied with disdain, then she turned to the guy, looked him straight in the eye, and declared with stern and firm tone. "And may I tell you, Donald Debron, I don't want to see your face ever again!" Trisha wound her arm
Arriving inside the house, they went directly to the kitchen and placed all bags on the island table. They unloaded all items from their bags and separated the food from the others."Honey, I will deal with the food. You decide where to put the other things," Trisha suggested. She was comfortable to deal with the food as they would only be placed in the refrigerator if not on the pantry. She was sure Mister Vero would want to unpack every item he bought with fascinations and enthusiasm. "Deal, but I will have to unpack them tomorrow. We should have that wine and try these glasses that we had from our first trip to the supermarket. This needs a celebration, you know?" Denny replied with a grin as he pulled the box of wine glasses. It was only a pair of wine glasses with a print on each. One says, "You're my person..." while the other pair says "...and I'm yours." with hearts shaded with red colors on it. "I will get the wine," Denny exclaimed excitedly as he walked to his modern-style
"You might have troubles with hang-over in the morning if you try something stronger than a fruit wine," Denny replied with humor and also honesty. "We have a lot of wine, don't worry about it."He handed her the wine glass as he read what it said on the print."You are my person..." Denny poured the fruit as Trisha held the glass.Then Trisha handed Denny the other wine glass as she read its print."And I'm yours..." mimicking Denny's gesture of pouring the wine for him.They were still standing on their spot by the island table in the kitchen. They clinked their glasses before having a sip of their drinks."Cheers!""Honey, you take the glasses, and I will bring the tray. Let's move to the living room," Denny suggested."Okay," Trisha complied and followed Denny's lead on where to sit on the couches.Silence filled the place when they got seated. Denny opened the conversation."You don't have to say anything if you're not ready, okay?" Trisha nodded with a grateful smile."You can
Trisha smiled at Denny's gestures. It felt sweet, and she was not drunk, but the alcohol's effect was also starting to kick in her system. She was feeling bold and brave, like last time. "Honey, I am not sure about that," she replied gently, yet with coquetry.Denny was stunned by her answer. It was not what he assumed she would say in response to what he had just said. He raised his eyebrows in query. "What do you mean?" Denny asked.Trisha smiled. Her smiles even turned into soft laughter."Honey, I don't think you would ever be lonely. If you haven't noticed, many service girls in Sweet Haven are willing to make you happy. I was even targeted because of that fact," Trisha stated earnestly, also with respect. "I don't know if you have heard, I don't interact with everyone the way I do with you," Denny defended. "And don't start asking me why. I don't know the answer myself," he hurriedly added, chuckling at his statement."Maybe because you pity me more than anyone else...?" Tris
With their hands filled with bottles of wine and their wine glasses, the two of them crossed the distance from the living room to the bedroom with slight pecks of kisses along the way. They arrived at the room with its door widely open, and since there were only the two of them in the house, they did not bother closing it. Denny sat on the bed close to a side table to secure the bottle of wine he was carrying but kept his hold on the glass in his hand, with his legs to the floor while a hand was leaning for balance on the bed. Trisha went to the bathroom as soon as they arrived at the room. She was to serve her client. She felt the need to freshen up. She placed her wine, bottle, and glass on the flat surface of the lavatory and quickly turned the hot water on the shower."Honey?" Denny called up. He heard the sound of water, but as the noise was closer to Trisha, she must have not heard him calling. He got no answer. He turned the room temperature higher as he worried the temperature
It must have been due to Denny's unrelenting desire to devour her or Trisha's helpless position that her mind-blowing rapture rigorously defeated her right into Denny's face. "Ahh- ahmmm... holy... hmmmmm.." Trisha shook and jerked as she spasmed in Denny's hold. Her unrestrained and out-of-control movements did not stop him from lapping her juices as they spilled out of her. Her robe was rolled up to her tummy, still tightly ribboned. Denny lay back down again and guided her to sit back on his abdomen. Just like the way she straddled him earlier. Her robe rolled back down as if nothing had just happened. The only evidence was the glistening juices on Denny's face and her weakened strength. Denny tapped her hips lightly to move a bit on top of him, and as she lifted her butt to comply, Denny moved up to latch his cock on her still pulsating core."Ohhhh," Trisha moaned. Denny did not restrain his excitement. He just made sure he was pointing a specific aim on his target and slammed