“Hey, baby. I didn’t hear you come in.”He came forward to hug her. Fred was wearing an apron that had the text “Master Chef” stencilled on t...e front and nothing else.Cindy smiled as she saw his cock harden, poking at the apron.“Hey, I see you are cooking. What’s for lunch?”He hugged her and they kissed. “Some tasty German Bratwurst is what’s for lunch.”Cindy giggled and lifted the apron. Behind it, Fred’s cock stood at attention. A large red cockhead and the thick shaft with protruding. What isn't normal is to put them aside and continue to persevere. That makes you better than most."She touched my arm. "Brother David, my mothers and my sisters spent much time teaching me about what to expect and what I should do. Please, Brother David -- I can pleasure you as well as any woman can, just so long as you bring me to the Light."I was suddenly curious. "What do you mean, 'bringing you to the Light?'" Evidently it didn't mean what I thought it meant."Brother Jerome teaches us that. I kept stroaking them and movedmy mouth down to her nipples. I licked and sucked her nipples, elicitingmoans from her. She pushed her crotch out towards me and I decided itwas time. I reached down and lifted her skirt up to her waist, then Ipulled down her panties. As I did I noticed how nice they were, I made anote to ask her where she got them from. When her panties were out ofthe way, I pushed her up on to the kitchen counter and spread her legs.I began by trailing my tonuge down each side. The next one wasBoeuf Bourguignon, now that could be the ticket. It?s still beef stewbut with class, and with a slight addition to the ingredients, I couldturn it into something one would not come across anywhere else.Having settled on the recipe, it was time to scan the pantry, make ashopping list, and head for the market. All went well at the market andI was soon back at home with all the necessary ingredients including acouple bottles of a moderately priced but good quality Burgundy. I.