James and Angie sat in the smoke filled living room, giggling and watching tv for the better part of the afternoon. James would occasionally glance over and watch her breasts and stomach jiggle happily as she laughed, hoping to catch a glimpse down her shirt at those giant hippie boobs he always fantasized about. Angie leaned forward to grab the remote when she yelped and collapsed back on the couch. "Shit Angie, just tell me when you need something and Ill get it, no need to keep hurting yourself like this!" Angie smiled weakly at James, saying "Thats really kind of you, but I had better just get used to it. My meds wont be in for a long time and thats about the only thing that can help me at this point." James frowned, trying to think of some way he could make this easier on her. "Hey Angie...maybe..."
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