" Because I feel safe. Good."I smiled. "You're my Lita." Your Lita desires breakfast." It is a holiday. Let us get somebody else to do breakfast for u...s. Then you're going to need to wear something besides that nightshirt," I said.She bounced out of bed and up the hall. I watched. Kind of hated myself for the things I noticed. I sighed, got up, got dressed myself.I met her in the hallway. "Do I look okay? I want to look normal."I scanned her from head to toe. Yeah, 'normal' was one word that. Out she stretched into the ether, all sixty-six inches of her, until her limbs were as taught as a bosque Cottonwood. Ah. There. Footing, blind it was, but footing. Now all she had to do was circumnavigate this thing by slithering around its base. Not hard, but ouuuuu, the breccia gouged and pinched and scratched at her tits like a sadistic lover. She was happy her breasts weren't all that big: The way they were compressed, a couple of springy boobs would uncoil and sproing her right into. OK." I had expected her to tell me she was wearing Chanel Number 5, or perhaps some other, updated variation on the old Marilyn Monroe tease-line."But -- you're not wearing any underwear, right?" I said."What? Well, of course I'm wearing underwear!" Oh. So -- why did you bring this up?" I asked."I didn't bring it up. I asked you what you were wearing," she said. "But you never did tell me." OK. I'm wearing jeans, a short-sleeved, 100% cotton pullover shirt, and, let's see -- gray socks and. .. Trent... TRENT!"Kylie collapsed down on top of me, her knees at my sides. I had to wriggle around or I would be suffocated by her tits. Our lips found each other. Her titflesh pressed on both our faces, we kissed gently at first, then with more fervor.It was fucking wonderful.I pressed my pelvis up, then dropped down quickly. Her body stayed up for a fraction of a second, my cock slipping almost all the way out of her. Then her cunt crashed down on top of me, going in even further than.