I continued snooping, sniffing every bra and panty there was to sniff. Soon enough I found myself with a full erection attempting to break out of my j...ans. I heard the door open upstairs; it was only 10:15. “Shit” I thought, trying to do my best to put all the clothes back where I found them. I went upstairs, thinking of an excuse to be down there. As I got up I saw both Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins, “Damnit” I thought. Mr. Jenkins asked what I was doing downstairs, and I just told him I was looked. She took the plate and sat down at the table. “And what’s the name of this wondrous gastronomic delight?”“It’s Eggy bread of course,” he replied, as if it wasn’t obvious. He glanced down at the plate and added, “Although with your background, perhaps I should be calling it French toast?”“My family called it Pain perdu,” she replied as she picked up her cutlery. Taking an experimental bite, she looked at him in amazement. “This is delicious!”Charles laughed as he returned to the Kitchen. “You. His ass cheeks tightened and his balls twitched while his dick continuously started squirting drop after drop of his thick white soup in my mouth. It was tasty and had nice flavor. I liked it and licked him dry. Soon his fleshy rod became limp and then started getting harder and harder. i stood up and completely undressed myself. I removed his shirt, trousers and then the under garments. We were now completely in the dress which nature had designed for all the love makers. He was smart and. "Wh... Why are you playing with my toy?" Said Clara."You weren't using it and I was horny, I'll buy you a new one." Amber, it's a clone of my boyfriend's cock." Oh. Oh shit." What."The phone went dead at that point, Clara's battery died. I put it out of my mind until I got back, when I got home Clara and her sister Amber were sitting at the kitchen table, for some reason they had my toy sitting on a towel on the table. After greeting me with a sensual kiss, Clara sat down again."So, Amber.