We were there to please her, and she languished in the pleasure she was receiving as well as giving.With mounting confidence, I moved my hand down ove... her pussy. I stroked her inner lips which were covered with her moistness. Almost as if it had a mind of its own, my middle finger slipped into her wet opening. Francine moaned loudly and opened her legs even wider. With my finger slowly stroking her G-spot, I finally relinquished her left nipple and began kissing my way downward as I slipped in. " She did not notice that the table behind her was already prepared, and that a plate of scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, hash browns, and an freshly squeezed glass of orange juice awaited us both. She looked at my funny, wondering why there wans't anything fixed. Then, I pointed behind her, and you could hear her gasp."Wow, you cooked all of this... for me?" Well, one plate is for me!" Huh... oh, yeah! I know that, silly! I just can't believe that you would cook me breakfast. No one has ever done. I always have been.I cant start from the begining cuz of the u******e thing so Ill start on my 18th birthday.I went to school for half days, then work for the other half. every day I would stop at home; while my parents were at work, and jack off.but not like most boys. most boys would blow their load, wipe it up and be done. That was fine at first but I wanted to be as perverted as I could with my hour of total privacy. See back then, growing up in a small town before internet, I was sure that. Want something here?’ ‘Yes, please. I liked the look of that steak sandwich you had last night, but I think I’ll get the smaller one, with some salad.’ We ordered, ordered drinks, and watched Ellen for a while. During a lull between numbers, I remembered the boat. ‘Julie, did you ask your friend about the boat?’ She nodded. ‘Yes, this morning. It’s a go. We can have it from noon Friday until ten on Monday morning, if we want.’ ‘Sounds good. What kind is it?’ Julie screwed her face up,.