She kissed me deeply and told me how glad she was that I had called back, and that she was sorry that Angela had been rude the day before.I slipped he... t-shirt over her head, and taste her milk, while I unbuttoned her jeans to discover she was wearing no panties (she never has any time I saw her since), and her pussy was soaking wet. She lead me into the bedroom as I undressed, flinging my clothes along the way. After playing with her lactating tits for a while, she asked me if I would go. I feel your body tense again as a slight sweat breaks your skin but before you quiver a noise comes from behind me. You smile...He had silently entered the room naked and stood beside you thick and swollen. A woman's naked body presses into my back, her nipples hard against my skin and she slides her hands around my belly and, taking my cock, strokes me gently. You take your hand from your pussy and slide glistening fingers into my mouth... your taste is heavy and sweet... to then take his. It wasn't calorie counting stuff but nobody complained. I can run a slicer with the best of them. We had roast beef and cheddar sandwiches on Jim's fresh bread. With some things you just can't go wrong. A little re-heated Pho liquor for dipping and you've got something. The third night we settled on pasta with marinara sauce--something we hand't had in a while.Somehow everyone had agreed without agreeing to take the grand tour. Ellen and I laid out plots and distance estimates. We'd keep it. 'ding' the fridge and the white box nearly went off simultaneously. There was caviar in the chiller, and hot juicy steaks, Porterhouse, in the white box. So we served ourselves and ate. It had been who knows how long since our last meal, I found myself hungry, but only the meat appealed. Mom ate some of the salty fish-eggs on crackers that were on the platter. We put the left overs in the fridge. The steak leftovers disappeared, but the caviar remained.Now I was feeling full. So after.