Kippers ... not so much either, I loved them but the girls? Another tidbit for the cats.What eventually became my staple breakfast were Omelets. Omele...s allowed me all manner of leeway. Crumbled sausage, bacon, mushrooms, red and green bell peppers, diced. Jalapeño in moderation, and cheese ... whatever was in the cheese drawer ... didn’t matter ... sometimes it was just cheese. What really made the difference was the grease ... butter ... not margarine. No olive oil. no canola, peanut, or soy.. Then, perhaps coming back to reality, she did break away."Darin Taylor! That was..." Terrific!" I said smiling."I was going to say very inappropriate. I've told you..." And I've told you. You won't find anyone who can love you, take care of you, or satisfy you like I can. Isn't it about time you admitted that?"Her hands were still over her head holding the basket so my arm quickly went around her and this time the kiss was longer and more passionate. Again she made as if to break away but it. As I bent down and licked her nipples her hand was on the back of my head as she sighed. After another few minutes I said “Turn around again”, she put her hands back on the work bench and I was feeling her ass cheeks.I lifted up her skirt and slipped my hand over her big knickers. Feeling her ass and then moving my hand around to the front it slipped so easily onto the front of her knickers, rubbing her pussy she moaned all the more. “I’ve often dreamt about this” she said. As I cupped her left. You do wantme to give you a back rub, don’t you?“Yes, I do.”The robe was going to be a problem. For the first time,I really looked at Marty. Even in the low light, it wasobvious she wasn’t wearing anything under it.“I’m going to see if you’ve any CDs to play. While I’mgone, open the robe up, slip your arms out and fold itdown to your waist. It’s warm enough in here so youwon’t get cold. Then, lie down on the bed.” I left.