Time to grab breakfast.I slip on my pink cat slippers and open my bedroom door and head down the hall to the back stairs to head down to the kitchen. ...his was a convenient touch to the house as it allows us to get downstairs to the kitchen without having to go to the main parts. So if my parents have guests over or whatever then we will not be interrupting.As I get to the bottom of the stairs I see my dad at the kitchen table looking at his tablet with a cup of coffee and a half eaten bagel in. I ignore that stuff because I don’t want to be rude and I certainly do not want to annoy the people who will be preparing and serving my food! But I always get it back with cheese somewhere. Usually it’s a topping or ‘last moment’ added garnish to an otherwise acceptable meal. If I can hide in under a napkin or something, I’ll let it slide without complaining but remind the waitperson when my bill arrives that I didn’t get the order I asked for. And a polite response will be rewarded with the. I hadn't really expected that. After I rinsed off, I melted into him and we kissed deeply.When we came up for air he said, "Wow you feel super nice, what's in that cream?" It's not the cream dear, it's just that neither of us has any body hair. It feels really nice to me too; maybe we can keep it this way?" What?" He looked down at himself; his cock and balls looked enormous. He touched his skin and continued, "Christ almighty, I feel like you!" Is that so bad?" I asked with a well-practiced. I didn’t say anything about late coming as there have been many fights between us because of late coming)His coffee also came we lit our cigarettes and started talking stuff and planning for where to go for boozing. “All Seasons bar and restaurant” is the place decided as it was nearby and has decent service.He got some call so he said let me buy some cigarette and come, so he left and came after 5 minutes with a girl and introduced her with the name of Ashwini, since I had never seen her.