Rachael kept asking what I was making. I refused to tell her. Diced potatoes were sautéed and browned. I added diced onion and a touch of Tabasco. Op...ning a can of Corned Beef, I cut it up and added it to the frying pan. Finally, I whipped the one egg with a touch of milk and added to the pan. A dash of salt and freshly ground pepper, and I plated the meal.Rachael looked at the plate, leaned forward and sniffed, picked up her fork and tasted it reluctantly. “Mmmm,” she announced and inhaled her. He just sat up and guided me to lay down. I was almost shaking by the time he pulled off my shorts and started to suck me. His warm, amazing mouth, I felt intoxicated. He made me cum as quickly as I had made him. We both had sucked cock and tasted cum. After that, there was barely a time together when we didn’t give eachother wonderful, explosive blowjobs. I grew to love his cum, on me and in me. The way it felt on my face and chest, so silky, so sticky. I loved it. It was one one of those. “I’ll just get all three and let you sample a bit of each, babe. A good thing that we’re all doing pretty well now that we’re shacked up together. We can actually afford for me to spoil each of my dear ladies, not to mention the pampering that you get from the other men in our lives and each other. That deep freezer comes in handy at a time like this. Even Kristen is getting used to it, and she’s a Mennonite, right? Apparently not too strict of one, if she’s dating Allen, of course,” I. You straddle my hips, grinding them into me, I thrust into you. You apply more pressure onto me pinning me to the bed, you give me a look that says "dont move", you move lower down my body undoing my jeans and pull them down slowly. I start to wriggle underneath your touch as you run your fingers lightly upwards from my ankle to my covered centre. I can feel my boxers sticking to me, by having you take control has made me wetter than i've ever been. I buck my hips up to feel your touch, try to.