Paul smiled, watching her tits bending down in his face as she fluffed his pillow and pushed him back into place.

"Alright, alright," he laughed, I'll stay in bed. "What's on the menu?"

"You'll see!" She giggled, hopping off, and Paul relaxed, waiting for her for only a moment or two before he heard her walking up the stairs.

She walked in the doorway with a large platter of food, setting it down before him, it's legs on either side of him, and on the tray an assortment of food: a waffle, bacon, scrambled eggs, fruit, coffee and orange juice.

"You remembered how I like my coffee?" Paul asked, grabbing...