"What about Mum, which one does she prefer?" I asked. Strangely given the number of breakfasts we'd shared I didn't know. I couldn't actually remember...her ever putting marmalade on her toast."She doesn't like either variety," confirmed Dad. "She'd rather have soft cheese."I nodded and took a large bite of hot toast, "Mmmm..."Dad chuckled. "Does this mean you're going to be a chef after college?"I shook my head, "Not me," I replied. "I fancy going into business." Management?" he asked looking at. He's so close, I can smell the alcohol on him, the fabric conditioner of his clothes and the sweetness of his aftershave, but I don't feel intimidated or uncomfortable. He doesn't press himself against me, or grab me and force me into submission. Instead he stands there waiting, as though he just knows smugly that I want to kiss him. It happens slowly and silently, like this is the calm before the storm. I look him in the eye, and then down at his lips as I stand up on my tiptoes. He has to. Around two in the morning, we were still chatting and he asked me to meet up again. Now mind you the park is a mile and a half away from where I live, I decided to walk it again, but before I left I made sure to clean that hole, ride my dildo a little and greased it really good with some Vaseline. I knew what I was about to get into. When I got to the park we quickly undressed again and went walking in the dark, we came across a small bridge in the park, I stopped there and stood on the rail. I can look forward to a bright future of milk free breasts and put to rest my obsession, if only I can get through this weekend.*Ding*Dong*There' here. I looked at my watch and it was just after nine o'clock.'So soon. Shit.'I quickly tidied whatever needed to be tidied and put on my sunglasses. I know. Very unoriginal and uninspired. But it's what I can think of at the moment to shield my wandering eyes. It's something.The bell has continued to ring in the meantime. I breathed out a sigh and.