And then he had to begin making the cookies.The pans clattered, the dust of flour covered hands and coated the kitchentable as they rolled the sugar c...okies out and mixed the chips in anotherlarge bowl for the chocolate chip cookies that would follow. Fifteen-minutes passed and then another half-hour. The pre-heated oven now fullyheated began to bake as the smell of cookies filled the kitchen. Madgehad Timmy wipe off the kitchen table and his hands, she then brushed thedab of flour from his. Roger had fallen asleep in his recliner, so she didn't wake him when she got into bed. She had to masturbate, but once she'd cum, she fell into a deep sleep.Somehow, that brief interlude lasted her almost a month. Oddly, the urge to masturbate while thinking about him didn't hit her as often as it had.The desire to see him again, though, was suddenly strong one day, so she left a note for Roger that she was painting sets for the theater league's upcoming production and wouldn't be home until. In less than a minute, she was as naked as the she was born, though a LOT better looking. She stood still for a few moments, letting me look her over before she climbed back on the bed with me. The first thing she did was reach for my waist, where she quickly had my belt and pants unfastened. Following that, she soon had my zipper undone - which was something of a relief, because the sight of her standing there naked had started to get me hard.When Holly discovered that fact, she got a. She glanced down - and I saw an obvious erection bulging in my pants. “I’m sorry. I just got carried away with my thoughts,” I told her, trying to cover it with a hand. She carried on smiling. “Don’t worry about it. I can see you want to see her again.” I walked away, embarrassed that Jessica had witnessed my cock pushing against my pants. She'd never seen that before. But I was soon back thinking about Laura and Saturday morning. Wednesday I called Jessica and told her, “I’ll leave a key.