And his coffee? Freshly roasted and brewed each morning with 10 packs of sugar, NO cream or milk. As far as vegetables go, 100% fresh from a local or ...rganic farmer, rinsed off and steamed perfectly tender, then stewed. In the beginning, I had a difficult time catering to his unique tastes. I honestly did not think that men cared how the food was prepared as long as it was edible and feed their growing appetite. Boy, was I wrong. I was forced to start over and prep the food just right to his. I will go slowly.’ And he did, too. He moved over her and when his rigid cock touch her ass, they both moved up or down to align and he felt her wet pussy hole against the tip of his cock. He pushed slightly and her lips parted to take him. I was on my knees, wanting to watch but also wanting to be ready to assist her and to additionally stimulate her. I saw her lips spread easily as he pushed a little more and then I recognized that she was also pushing back to him. Meeting his short push with. I began licking his exposed nutsack, and sucked one ball, then the other, into my wet mouth. I massaged his balls in my mouth and used my tongue to attack his sack. I could feel the hot jizz boiling in his nuts and my dick twitched involuntarily as I anticipated the creamy reward I was working toward.As I worked his testicles over, he thumped me squarely on top of the head with his hard hammer. "That's it faggot. Get that load prepped and ready for delivery."He pulled back briefly, but only. They were a lovely couple, we hit it off immediately and was invited round to eat that evening.I was delighted to be invited. I couldn’t see me eating otherwise but when I suggested I needed to change, I was told to go as I was. I giggled, asking, "Barefoot too?" It was Erin’s turn to laugh, telling me I’d be a big hit with Kayla because she was always barefoot. I had a few hours to unpack some boxes but it’s fair to suggest my curiosity about Kayla had been pricked. I was wet.At 6 pm, I was.