What is she planning? I couldn’t help but feel excited and the growth in my pants showed exactly that. As my blood started to heat I started to thro... against my jeans. Pushing tighter and tighter and with nowhere to go, I begun to bulge. I had to get this under control. I couldn’t let the boys at work see this; I would never hear the end of it. A few deep breaths and thoughts of completely irrelevant stuff and I was contained. But I just couldn’t help thinking about her there waiting. Waiting. It was about my normal time to wake up so again, not a surprise. I looked at my girlfriend, Ann, lying beside me. She looked so beautiful sleeping there. We had made love for the first time the night before, and it had been amazing. I wanted to touch her, caress her beautiful body, but I didn’t because I wanted to let her sleep.I got up quietly and without getting dressed, walked to the kitchen to get something to drink. Being essentially a bachelor for so many years, I didn’t worry too. "Yeah," Brad whispered. "She really likes this." Mmm yeah," Candy whimpered. "I love it. Keep going, baby."Brad smiled at Ed, driving his finger into Candy's cunt a little faster, making tiny, wet sounds. Then, suddenly, he pulled out, his finger slick with her juice. Candy gave a little, dissatisfied moan. Brad looked over at Ed."Now you try," he said.Ed gasped. No. No, he couldn't. It wouldn't be right. It just wouldn't.Candy was beside herself with lust."Please," she cried. "Touch me. Play. ”“Where would we start?”One might think that such a question would relate to kicking off a new project. After years of working together, that wasn’t an issue. (Gantt Chart? Who needs a frikkin’ Gantt Chart?) They could skip a lot of steps that others would find essential. The whole question of where to start, was much more advanced than that.“How about ‘breakfast?’”“That makes sense. Start with the first meal of the day, and work towards a late night snack.”Having established what they meant by.