Feasting. As if it was his last meal. I was lost in the pleasure of his lips and his tongue and his fingers and came so easily and wonderfully that it... tingled all over my body. This went on forever. He'd bring me right to the edge, that point where your back arches and you know it's coming, and then he'd pause, building me to the highest possible points. More kisses, tasting myself, and then he pulled me to my feet. I really wasn't sure what he was doing and then he said softly, "Turn around. It's Cassidy with breakfast in hand for me. "Oh my god! You didn't have to do this for me"Cassidy puts the tray of food over my lap. "I know but I wanted to do something nice for you, it is your birthday after all." Well that is very sweet of you, thank you." I leaned towards her an gave her a light peck on her forehead. "Seriously, this means so much to me."She stands back up. "No problem." She smiles. "I also got you this." She grabs a smallish notebook from behind her which I assume was. I did notice that there was something about Her bikini, when I got glimpses of it, that was different to what I’d seen in my photos. As well as Spick & Span, I had a growing collection of lingerie catalogues and brochures of all sorts, including holiday brochures – anything really with pics of girls that I could pick up, buy or steal, for my furtive wanker’s sex pleasure. That’s how I knew what a bra was when I heard a couple of blokes at school, one boasting about how he “removed Her bra with. Perhaps, not this long weekend. Perhaps, as Barry said, they could see how she coped with the summer and the autumn.It was with a spring in his step that he returned to the house.When he entered the kitchen he stopped. The kitchen table was once again draped in the pure white tablecloth, and it was set for two, with wine glasses and a bottle of his best Australian Red which was open and breathing. He smiled, and went to the cooker to put the vegetables to cook, and to baste and turn the roast.