I admired the view for a full minute before putting on a robe and heading out to the kitchen.“Morning, Husband,” Jess said. She turned away from t...e counter where she was toasting some bagels and gave me a quick kiss. She was wearing the bathrobe that Emma had the night before.I returned the kiss and gave her ass cheeks a brief squeeze. Releasing them, I went to the coffee pot and poured myself a cup; Jess resumed preparing breakfast.I sat down at the table with my cup; Jess had already laid. Message?..." Yvette didn't sound pleased." ... so I made sure there were clean sheets everywhere." Fine, fine. An' how are you Miss Yvette? Been some time since I seen ya." I'm fine, sir. Peter, may I speak to you in the kitchen?"I bottom-lined the discussion for her. It's his house. He can came and go as he pleases. She stayed in her dorm room the whole week while my cousins visited the DC metro area colleges. Alex was already accepted to George Mason at the time so he and I spent most of the. His mind was racing at all of the sexy message she had sent him. Did she really tell this guy of how badly she wanted his cock? Was this a well designed illusion for him? A mental masturbation to feed his desires? Only one way to find out. He went to work about the task at hand. First the base ring, hard to get on especially when he was so aroused. Finally it half slid, half popped into place. Next the tube. This proved to be more difficult as he was continually growing, his thoughts winning. “Call me Tiff,” I said with a smile, and he nodded in response.Before I left, I couldn’t help but give him a big hug. He was almost thirty, and so I guess he’d always been a bit like a father-figure to me.I was so glad when I got home. No job, no school, no obligations. It was like an endless summer holiday - I could do whatever I wanted!I spent most of my time on my phone, seeing what everyone was up to on Facebook. I got a bunch more followers on Instagram (mostly guys) when I started posting.