I woke about 8. She was gone. I took a quick shower and dressed. She must have done the same as the shower floor was wet.

Down into the kitchen she was cooking breakfast.

Bridget had on a long t-shirt that hid all her wonderfulness.

'Sit, I will bring you breakfast and coffee.'

She served me. She lingered next to me. I looked, she had pulled up her t-shirt, her pussy right there.

'Do you have time for this?'

She pulled my head right onto it. I could smell the familiar aroma of her pussy which tended to excite me.

'I wish. I will take care of it when I...