The sexual excitement of sharing food, enjoying the tastes like one, is a unique experience.Back and forth between eggs interspersed with bacon mortal..., they take their time over this part of the breakfast. All of it, the perfectly cooked eggs, the same with the crispy bacon, and the sips of mimosas brings on this orgasmic manifestation.But it does not stop there. The bacon and eggs are just the foreplay. Donald puts the empty plate on his tray. He moves the plate of French toast in front of. I wrap my lips around it. My tongue flicks over the tip. I hear you softly moan. Then I move to the other side. Your eyes are closed, mouth slightly open. Your breathing is deep and steady. I move my tongue down the middle of your body. I can taste the water from the shower as it runs down your body. I move down to your pussy, now on my knees. I curl my tongue up and touch your clit. You moan even louder. You put your hands on the sides of my head. Now I have you right where I want you. I HAVE. .. this is a fucking pound of diamonds!”“Yeah, I know. You were supposed to get paid, what, two million for fighting me? Least I can do is pay you for that lost income.” I stood up. “You weren’t kidding earlier when you called me your brother. Neither was I. You’re family now, my family. And as head of the family, I take care of everyone in it.”He blinked a couple of times, then talked while he was making the connections. “Helen Awarai is ... effectively ... the high priestess for all of us. Jim withdrew his finger from Susie and pulled her shorts the rest of the way off. The sound of crickets chirping filled the soft summer night as Bob watched his wife slide bare legged and bare assed off of his buddy Jim’s lap to knee expectantly before him.“Unzip my pants,” Jim commanded Susie.“What about my husband?” she asked, casting a look of concern back over her shoulder at Bob.“Well, I guess he’s going to watch this time,” sighed Jim with resignation.“This time?” yelped Bob with.