Gritting my teeth, I snatched the cook pot and proceeded to make him dinner. However, I did not make it well.So the next several days passed. The food...I made was alternately burned, lumpy or tasteless, but ultimately edible. Some of that was done on purpose, but the rest of it was not. The art of cooking dislikes me as much as I do it. My satisfaction in this was made more difficult by the fact that I had to eat it as well, but felt my own discomfort well worth the price.We had passed beyond. His fingertips reached Keria's tailbone again and Zethriel rocked his hips upward and flexed his cock. The middle finger of his other hand was in her ass up to the second knuckle, and he wiggled it within her. A spasm shook her body and she let something halfway between a moan and a long scream into Zethriel's mouth. Kiera felt like her blood was boiling out her ears. It was all she could do just to cling to her lover while her whole world spun, her body shaking eternally in ecstasy. Her mouth. Then to the bedroom and I would change windows. I wore a dark camouflage head and face cover, to keep from being seen. So I got the up close look at the action. In the bedroom those she knew would not last long were usually first. When finished she would tell them to go home, no more tonight, unless he could immediately get it hard with a little sucking by her. She kissed each of them like real lovers. She would allow them to give her oral sex. I know some of the boys would be eating her pussy. She spread her legs and I knelt between them, lips still caressing her skin with small, damp kisses. I stroked her side and cupped her breast, pinching her nipple between my fingers and giving it a gentle tug. “Johnny, your fingers feel like fire on my skin.” “What about my lips?” I flicked my tongue across her nipple, gently blew on her moist skin, and then suckled her. Penny moaned and arched her back. She gripped a handful of my hair in her fist and spread the fingers of the other hand out.