.. just that she had a present for me.”“You okay?” asked Bobby.“I’m fine,” said Jeff. “Believe me, I’m fine. When she acts like this, ...something really good is going to happen.”Liz came into the room with another chair, just like Jeff’s. She put it on the floor in front of his chair, kissed him, and left again. When she came back, she had a towel over her arm, a bowl of water in her hands, a can of shaving cream tucked under her chin, and a safety razor in her fingers. She sat on the empty. When we finished I pulled off the rubber and tossed it into the stream. We watched it float downstream until it disappeared."I liked it," Becky told me when it was gone. "I like the way your body feels when you come. You get all tense." You do too," I told her, leaning my face forward and kissing her. Our tongues met and a second later my wet dick was regaining life.We broke our kiss and Becky looked at it. "Again?" she asked, putting her hand on it and fondling it back to complete. Michelle’s long blond hair was wet and stuck to her back, her naked arms, chest and calves still beaded with droplets of water.“It’ll be here somewhere,” said Michelle, scouring round for money.She leant over the sink to reach the pot on the window sill and lifted the lid.“Here it is.” As she reached in with the other hand, Michelle felt her grip on the towel release, and to her embarrassment the cover of her modesty slipped to the floor.“Aaaaahhhhh,” she shrieked, her arm quickly moving to. “I can cook, too...”“Look, you two. Dad can cook. Move this to Saturday, make it at MY house, and we’ll have barbecue...”I laughed. “You’re tossing your dad under the bus...”“Oh, he LIKES it,” Sandy laughed. “And he does GOOD barbecue...”“Uh, 3Sigma’s talking about a gumbo cookoff for next Christmas break,” I said. “Maybe we need a barbecue contest.”“Just decide what you wanna lose. Dad’s gonna win.” She smirked. “Dad’s serious about his cooking.”“So you got a good home life, then?”“Idyllic,”.