Wanting to put him at ease, I asked to see it and was not disappointed when he stood to drop his shorts, revealing one mighty fine erection. My audibl... gasp made him smile and he started to stroke his length, moving closer so I could inspect every inch of his cock. It was such a sight, him pulling his dick while watching me finger my cunt. I realised I needed more and reached out my hand to stroke his balls, massaging them in my hand. This was all the invitation he needed from me and he quickly. " So what's for breakfast? " she asked smelling what was cooking from the stove. " Well your having morning mash. I'm debating on morning mash or somemore of you." he answered " How about me late and food now. And yes I insist" she replied.One of the things she loved about him was he could do it with her just about anytime. With that all John could do was a fake c***dish pout as he got plates and forks. As they were finishing their meal John asked what was up for. This whole stupid, STUPID thing had started with that damned cookbook his wife wanted. Apparently Jennifer had tried some banana bread at a party and became enraptured by the recipe. Their hostess mentioned it was from an out-of-print Paul Prudhomme cookbook, and Jen latched on to the idea of finding a copy for herself. All it had taken was one idle post on her Facebook wall and golly gee, there was Mel to the rescue. Chirping out that sure, she happened to have the very one herself and would. She shivered a little but didn't move."Do you know what I do to girls like you?" he asked conversationally, lifting her breasts from behind and massaging the nipples gently. The girl shuddered with excitement, her breath coming in excited pants."Yes," she whispered, "you…you…you hang us…by our breasts." Very good," he told her, "and do you know what that does?"She shook her head slowly and he dropped her breasts, came back around to face her. "Let me show you…"And he led her into the room, the.