I'd picked a good hotel for Ellen's adventure with Guy so the breakfast had everything. I could pretend to be Scandinavian and have all that cold meat...and cheese stuff, or I could be a Scot and have porridge. There were good looking croissants and french bread and what I've heard called the full English heart attack special, fried eggs, fried bread, fried tomato, fried sausage, fried bacon, and even fried black pudding in case there were any northerners or vampires in the house. There were. Yogurt." God, I spent the night in bed with a woman that eats healthy." Not too healthy, Kelly," Gianetta replied, running her hand over the soft, full curves of her body."Trust me, what you're touching there is very healthy ... now stop that or I won't get breakfast ordered."As the two of them enjoyed a second cup of coffee, the scraps of breakfast spread in front of them like the remains of a battle, Kelly asked, "How did you end up as Nick's fiancé? Not that I'm complaining," she continued,. Probably she would call Cindy, who would tell her he'd left at an earlier hour and --"Talk dirty to me, Pete... Please make me feel... you know..."Pete knew. She wanted him to make her feel like a wanton and then when the morning came, she could excuse away the whole business by kidding herself he had unduly excited her and driven her to do... whatever it was she had in mind to do. However, he inwardly shrugged and whispered in her ear."You're a hot bitch, aren't you, baby? You want me to stick. She moved like a cat. I felt like the mouse. She leaned over me, moved her hand behind her bra and unclasped it. It fell forward onto the bed baring her beautiful symmetrical breasts with the small dark areolas and nipples. I moved up to suckle, but she teased me. ?Patience,? she whispered. Her thumbs hooked into her waistband and in seconds they were on the floor. I couldn’t take my eyes off her neatly trimmed pussy. Her labia were swollen. I pulled her down onto my body and reached.