It was a rhetorical question; the mix had already been made and bacon was starting to sizzle in the griddle.“Actually, I was hoping for eggs Benedic...t.” quipped her eldest.Jessica shook her spatula at Toby. “For you, mister, it will be eggs Benedict Arnold!”“What are eggs Benedict?” asked Billy.Toby shrugged; he only knew the term was for some kind of fancy breakfast. Andrew looked blank as well.“You take half a toasted English muffin, put a slice of Canadian bacon on it, put a poached egg on. " he said. He was Asian looking, maybe Chinese, and maybe in his late twenties or early thirties. I tried to cover myself up, but it was near impossible. My hand in front of my pussy, my knees covering my boobs. "Oh God," was all I could say. "I... I didn't know there was anybody in here." he said. "I need to clean in here." He was wearing jeans and a white T-shirt and pulling a bucket on wheels and a mop behind him--he really was the cleaner. "And I thought I was alone." I stammered. "Sorry.". She’s wearing a short midriff top, and snug fitting black skinny jeans. Her exposed bellybutton feels the heat of his cock, as it becomes more and more erect, due to her body touching him. Jack knows he should push her away, but he just cant. Her firm young body feels too good against his. At almost fifteen, she’s almost as tall as her mother. The fresh floral scent of her silky chestnut brown hair reminds him of Grace. She looks up at him, without thinking they kiss. Suddenly a kiss meant to. The one in my lap, careful to keep safely away from my dick, should something come up, began running her fingers through my hair and caressing my face. Down between my legs the girl was stiffly doing what she must have been forced to do so many times that she went off somewhere else while doing what was expected of her. The man seemed quite pleased. He barked at the girl between my legs to hurry things along because he wanted to see my dick up inside the one in my lap. She should be able to.