I can also make a pretty darn good omelet if I do say so myself.”“Awww. Tim, are you making omelets?”“No. Why? Did you want one?”“Yeah, bu... I already got cereal, and I won’t be able to eat an omelet after a bowl of cereal.” Her voice wallowed into the pit of despair which was also painted onto her face.“Well, maybe we can have a second breakfast for lunch, and I’ll cook one for you then. Whadda ya think of that?”“Perfect. Your omelets really are good, Tim.”“Hey, you are supposed to be on my. Scared but determined, I bent down and took him into my open mouth. I tasted the pre-cum on the edge of his dick and savored the salty flavor. The blow-job I gave him probably wasn't very good. There was certainly more sincerity than talent in my efforts, but it didn't seem to bother Mike any. I was looking forward to tasting his cum, but Mike had other ideas. After some time, he pulled my head from his lap, and laid me back on the couch. He pulled my dress up, and pulled my panties to the. "Oh, sorry," he said. He was now conscious that he had held her tit and he was now very aware of how the shape of it felt through her shirt and bra."Nick," Molly said."What?" He didn't want any distractions while kissing her.She tapped his left hand.He stopped his kisses and removed his hand from her tit."Sorry," he said feeling embarrassed. He couldn't believe he did it again.They resumed kissing.Molly enjoyed the kissing but her thoughts went elsewhere. There was something exciting about. When it pleases you, you tell me i can lick your fingers clean.I take your fingers into my mouth... and as I do so, I glance at the tall thin black Man with glasses to make sure he is still watching, and close my eyes to savor the juices you are feeding me like im sucking my juices off his cock. You take me by the back of my neck, grasping my collar firmly....and lead me out, with a growl in my ear telling me that if i want fucked by that BBC, I better make sure He knows it.You are firmly.