” My heart skipped a beat. “Bloody hell!” I exclaimed. Trish smiled as she slid the sheaf over my cock, “Now that would make a good storylin... wouldn’t it?” “No fucking way,” I told her. Trish leant over and kissed me on the lips before returned to her fittings and clicking the sheaf into place. “There’s no way I would go that far Trish,” I told her. Trish said nothing for a few moments as she fitted the small padlock and clicked it shut. “He says that their orgasms were very much. "Well, since you are the hostess, what's for breakfast?" he asked brightly."I don't know about you, but I'll be having my normal, workday breakfast. Juice, yogurt, fresh fruit, muffin and coffee." That's not my regular, but it sounds sensible. Mind if I mooch your supplies?" he asked."I think that's how it's supposed to work, Steve," she said laughing.He poured coffee for both of them and sat at the kitchen table."So this is domestic life, is it?" he sighed, smiling."Yep, this is it. You bored. Well again I have spent some time on this particular story and have put all the elements together and come up with what I think is the best and most accurate account. I'm not saying that this was how it really happened but I suspect it's pretty near.Once again I've decided to tell the story from her point of view mainly because that's how I heard it originally.I had been doing this night school course now for almost a year, I was trying to get some qualification in 'Business Management' now. ." She let go, and Randall groaned again. Damn! Was she as insatiable as he was?The bra came up from the depths. "Can you help me get into this?" It was a front closure type; Randall didn't really see what was so hard, but, hey... Darla Jean raised her arms and he threaded it over them and pulled it down. When it got to the point where it could be clasped, though, Darla Jean left off for a moment. "Go ahead." Randall took a nice, long feel of her pendant breasts, something that gave them both.