She eased out of my embrace and moved to the kitchen table.“Well? Get cooking,” she instructed.I grinned and, below the counter, adjusted my erect...on to be less conspicuous. “Cooking what?”“Scrambled eggs and toast, please.”I got busy. Simple scrambled eggs are easy. Delicious scrambled eggs require a bit more effort. I chose delicious over simple. Whisking eggs, I added thick cream, salt, pepper, and diced chives while the frying pan warmed.Toast started at the same time as eggs were added to. It wasn't always cocoa--he used to bring me an Irish coffee or maybe a glass of wine. Eventually we both realized that it was becoming more Irish than coffee or it was a bottle of wine instead of a glass, and by slow mutual consent he stopped bringing it, and I stopped needing it. I never stopped wanting it, but as long as I was wrapped in his arms and could feel the strength of his chest against my back, the need was never quite as strong as I remember it.I still sit by the fire. I still drink. We’re watching a slim woman, approaching middle age but still in good condition. She has short dark hair with a long fringe that brushes her eyebrows. Her nose is a little large, her lips quite fat, and her ears stick out a bit, but the overall look is pleasant. Approachable. Let’s just say that she wouldn’t lack company if she wanted it.She’s dressed smart-casual way that highlights her slim figure and big boobs, and she could easily be mistaken for a member of staff, although she isn’t .... For the first time since Gary she wondered if she was going to able to make a dick fit into her face. But this was the challenge she had wanted…the cock of cocks. She started to reach for the tape measure, which she kept by the bed for such occasions, but decided to take the measurements afterward–as if knowing the size now would scare her off. ‘OK Mr. Mystery Cock,’ Donna said, ‘I’m going to give you the blow job you never thought you’d get. You might scare off other women with this slab of.