Jemma blinked as the words on her e-book started to shift and flow. They seemed to be changing in some way, spelling something different. It was kind of like she could sort of get some vague idea out of the corner of her eyes, but when she tried to study the words, it was just gibberish.
What was going on. She tried to concentrate it, make out the words. Sometimes thinking was so hard! She needed to focus.
Thinking was really important. She had to do it all the time. It was her job!
But it was hard often. Sometimes Jemma wished she didn't need to think so much. That she could just relax and let someone else think for her.
She sighed, and rubbed her tits a little. They felt heavy, like bloated. Were they?
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Melinda May smiled as she jogged on the treadmill. This felt so nice. Just jogging and listening to the new track.
So relaxing. Few things relaxed her as much as jogging. Sometimes she wished she could just jog forever and not worry about anything else....