"Here, let me help with those." He walked over and took the bags from her, leaning over to peck her on the cheek. "Sorry about the smell, I was hoping...to finish up before you got back." You made dinner?" Well ... I tried. I thought I'd surprise you and for some strange reason I thought I was this master chef before we got married. Then I got started and realized I only know how to make mac 'n cheese." He grinned sheepishly."Oh dear," Milly said, entering the kitchen. It looked like he was. At the other end, a mile or so ahead, a disturbance on the surface of the water led me to believe that there was a waterfall there.The shore was rather steep on each side of the lake, giving the impression the we had sunk deep into the lush, green forest. Along the water's edge was a narrow strip of weathered and polished mountainside. Apart from a few islets where the river ran into the main body of water there were no islands. The lake looked deep with pale, dark, blue waters.I wouldn't mind. His fingers would linger on my hand or arm when handing me a paper. A favorite was the file on his desk. It was always where I couldn't see what he was pointing at unless I bent over him and pressed my breast against his shoulder and cheek." Always he would look directly into my eyes when we were taking. Sometimes I would become lost in the depth of those black eyes, and lose track of what he was saying to me. Other times I would look up and find him staring at me, for no reason. Unlike every. “Becky, you haven’t showed me how you can suck cock. Here, have some more desert.” And with that, he spurted a healthy dollop on the bulging purple head of his shaft.Becky was feeling like a cock-hungry slut, but she also realized that she had a lot of pent up passion that was flooding over a breached dam. She got on her knees and leaned over Jake’s crotch. Her tongue lapped at the cream, collecting enough that she exposed his cock bulb. When her tongue swiped over that and picked up his salty.