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    Bette

    I enter the kitchen, and God, as if I wasnt on fire and hating the fact that Im going to work – shes wearing her apron, and nothing else! Im dying here, right on the spot! Shes obviously aware of my response, because shes walking up to me, taking my hands and leading me to the table. Im walking behind her like a drooling puppy, with front row seats taking in the beautiful sight of her uncovered *****. I can hardly walk straight and fight the urge to attack her. Shes swinging her hips, teasing me, peeking over her shoulder to wink at me. Shes killing me And here I thought Id catch her off guard with the jeans, the blue lee jeans she doesnt know that I know drive her to the verge of insanity, look whos talking now..! I wanna eat, nothing edible that is.. But she sits me down at the table, my heart melting as I see all her efforts.. Freshly brewed coffee, scrambled eggs with potatoes and bacon beautifully arranged, candles burning and Sarah MacLachlan on the stereo. I smile from ear to ear I love you. She smiles, leans in for a soft kiss all for you, you have to eat something more than me and she grins and starts to feed me Shes sitting right next to me, her apron barely covering her. Slowly she gives me a small spoonful, holding her gaze, licking her lips. My pulse is throbbing and my blood is racing through my veins, shes killing me for sure! I let my tongue circle around the food shes serving me, moaning at the sensation of both her naked body, the surroundings and the delicious flavours making my mouth run. Our eyes are locked on each other. Im having a hard time concentrating on chewing, her seduction hitting me right where she wants. Her apron has lost more of its ability to cover, I recognize those hard nipples a mile away so I softly trace her breast with my index finger, avoiding the centre. She inhales sharply not losing eye contact, and feeds me another bite. *****, Im not hungry for eggs!! But shes teasing me, and enjoying it I hold my horses and try not to choke on the potato.. My finger continues its journey up to her face, I let it softly trace her lips, entering her as she gently sucks on it, making love to it, rolling her tongue around it and taking it in and out. My vision is getting blurry, Im having a hard time breathing, shes so gorgeous.. I take her hands and pull her onto my lap. She straddles me and I untie the girdle on her apron. I have to take in the sight of her, naked on my lap, all her efforts, all her work, all for me. I wrap my hands around her waist and pull her in for a kiss I love you so much. She hugs me hard and kiss my neck as she gently strokes away my hair. Her mouth finds my eat lobe and she takes it into her mouth, I feel her breathing and I tighten my grip around her. She finally returns to my face and cups it, she kisses my forehead, nose and eyes and smiles her warmest smile. Im in awe. She takes my hand and guides it downwards, indicating what my whole being has been yearning for My thumb finds its way and I gently enter her. We both gasp and moan at the sensation, our eyes never leaving each other. I rest my thumb on my pelvis and she starts to grind and I meet her movements. She kisses me and take a firm grip around my neck as she makes me sit up straighter. Were sitting close, her thighs tightening around my waist and her arms holding on to me for life. Our lips merely touching, our breathing entering each other, eyes locked. I roll my thumb, searching her trying to find all those spots I know gives her the most pleasure, it works. Shes writhing and beginning to rock harder, shes rolling, varying her tempo. Our bodies clasping together, making me almost fall off the chair. I take hold of her ***** making it assist with the riding. I can feel her embracing my thumb, her way of telling me how good I make her feel God. I love her!! I feel my own symptoms of a powerful release coming, and sure enough I recognize hers too. We succumb to it, filling the room with cries of pleasure and satisfaction. She falls back on my thumb, burying her head in my neck trying to regain her breathing. I continue to stroke her gently as I feel her contractions fade away. Im in ecstasy. She leans her forehead onto mine. She opens her eyes, kisses me softly Now what do you suggest I do with myself while youre gone?!

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    1. Well if I were Bette I would take a sick day. Stay in BED all day and thru the night. Excellent series that you are allowing us the pleasure of reading. Thanks.

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