One magnificent breakfast per week, and a corresponding dinner, was a treat. If every meal were special, then special would become routine—much like...all the nude bodies in Paxlyn Domain were routine. Besides, there was a lot of work involved. When I prepared breakfasts or lunches or even dinners the rest of the week I would prepare the simple meals that were standard fare in this world. I didn't prepare ALL the meals for the family, just about half—I had to pull my own weight, after all."What. He held my gaze before turning on the radio to mask Izzy's slurping, my involuntary moans of surrender.Home before completion, all thoughts of dropping Izzy off and continuing and meeting Hester banished like my rational mind. Izzy's mouth on my cock was worth more than a "maybe" from Joosje. Packing my cock away in its box along with its unappeased rage was a chore. Izzy in the half-darkness of the hall, slinking against me like a welcoming cat; too close, too warm, too soft. No time to flick. I need a real man." "I bet you are, baby. Why don't we start by getting this top off?" I grinned, tugging at her midriff shirt. Casey gave another squeal and pulled it over her head, revealing she was bra less underneath. Her tits weren't exceptionally large, but they were round and full with pink nipples. My hands immediately went to both of them, rubbing them before I took one of the nipples into my mouth, gently nibbling it as my tongue flicked the tip. "Mmmm..." I groaned. "Such a. I'll be therein 20 minutes. Move that shit heap car of yours out on to thestreet when I hang up. I'll be using your space in thegarage." As I hung up I heard a muttered "yessir" faintly over the line. I could see the warm glow of lights and the slow flickeringof candles inside the house as I pulled into the attached double garage, next to Carols car. I was feeling exhultantas it sunk in that I was here finally and it was happening.My nerves had mellowed into a wonderful electric sensationof.