“Care for some breakfast? A real breakfast?”She gave him a curious look. “Like?”“Like bacon and eggs? Pancakes? Belgian waffles? You name it...”“Uh, maybe.”“How about waffles, bacon, maybe some sausage?” Rebecca’s eyes widened and she licked her lips involuntarily. “Waffles and bacon, it is.” He went to the pantry and then the refrigerator, and pulled out the ingredients, and followed that with a few pots and pans. He began to quickly and efficiently prepare breakfast. “So, how bad is it? Feeling. I wondered if beneath she did have a suspender belt and nice frilly undies. My imagination was running away with me and now there she was, planted firmly upon my lap as if to announce, “ you are not going anywhere buddy until I have finished with you!” I felt the shuffle of her beautifully rounded bum as she nudged into me and then I felt the warmth of her lips press into mine one again, this time opening my mouth with hers when I felt the most wonderful intrusion of a very busy tongue seeming. It was made from a very sheer satin; though opaque it was very light, and Kirsten’s nipples were outlined. It had two slits up top, one down the back and one down between her breasts, though both were quite subtle. Her shoulders were bare, and the top was held up by a pair of pearl snaps, one in the front and one at the back, at her neck. Down below another pair of slits, one in the front and one in the back, went from hem to mid-thigh. She was wearing ankle-strapped white pumps which matched. That's what happen when you drink too much ... you know I don't like it" and she moves his hand and crosses her legs. "but you used to ... you used to like us having fun together..." he whispers "We are having fun with friends, it does not mean you need to drink ... you can be a little more talkative, I don't know why I even agree to go to this loud bar, you barely can speak here..." and she starts talking back to her friend who sits next to her. He sighs but tries again to pull her hand to his.