She was headed to the refrigerator to make breakfast when she stopped and returned to the Admiral, pulled his paper to the side, and kissed him lightl... on the cheek.Laughing lightly, she scampered to the refrigerator, and began pulling out the makings for omelets. Looking back at the Admiral, her eyes met his shocked expression. "Harry," she said exasperatedly, "a very dear friend will join us for breakfast this morning. Please, don't be an ass." Today is a day for firsts," the Admiral said. After putting a load of laundry in the washer, she picked up her tablet and headed for the back door. Ever since her job had been deemed nonessential, she was a full time self-published fantasy/romance author. The money she made was negligible, but at least it was something to supplement her state unemployment once the federal stimulus expired. She didn’t anticipate going back to work any time soon.She knew she was fortunate as she opened the back door to a beautiful, warm, spring morning. Her. Arabella felt her heart begin to beat faster. Every second he stared at her, she could feel the sexual tension rise within her. She wasn't sure what it was, but his stare was very seductive; she was feeling more and more uncomfortable until he finally spoke."So, how old are you?" Fifteen," she replied, finally sipping her tea. It hadn't been until now that she noticed that he didn't have an Italian accent. It was American like her own. He took a large bite out of the bread and nodded looking. He turned it up higher, and her big dark pink nipples started moving a lot more. I said, that’s better about ½ an inch of movement now. Calvin turned it up higher and said, how about now? As Angelique moaned even louder I said, oh hell yea her damn nipples are stretching out real good now, they got to be stretching well over a inch or more! He turned it up a little more and came back over to where we were. He looked at her nipples and said, hell we’re gona have to force her milk ducts to open.