“Omelets? Pancakes? Eggs and bacon? Steak and eggs? Muffins?”Tristan’s answer was to reach up, draw Damon’s head down and claim his lips in a ...oul shattering kiss. He just knew it…he was in love with Damon Reid and there was nothing he could do about it. Shit!Breaking off the kiss he murmured against Damon’s lips in an unsteady voice, "Pancakes and bacon."“Pancakes and bacon coming right up.” Damon said with a chuckle.Tristan however held on to him as he made to leave his embrace. “Err…would. "I was only trying to help," she protested."You failed," Zoe replied simply, not even turning around. Heatherbreathed an audible sigh of relief when her son started going up to hisroom as well. She decided to let it go for now. Despite the hurt beingflung back and forth, they hadn't actually done anything, and so shewasn't going to do anything. Richard, too, was relieved that his motherwas not going to do anything and so he didn't have to do anything.Something had changed, and Heather didn't. It expanded and contracted its spongy body, leaving a trail of semi-transparent goo. It took the amorphous creature much time and effort to climb on the bed but once it got there, the rest was easy. The extended appendage moved over the woman’s body without touching her, analyzing her morphology. The subtle electrical emissions coming from Sara’s brain indicated that her head was one of the targets. Four smaller tentacles protruded from the end of the appendage forming some sort of claw. At the. I must have been in the booth for an hour. I noticed the movement from the hole again. This time I was going to stay. I thought nobody is going to shame me out of my kink. I changed the channel and kept touching my cock. Then something unexpected happened. I heard some movement in the booth next door and a cock popped through. my first instinct was to tell the guy to fuck off. I was naive and didnt know what a gloryhole was. I didn’t realize he was trying to get me to play too and wasn’t trying.