”I inched closer. “And, the ‘cookies’, the ‘snack’, I was gonna feed my ‘Nubian Princess’? Did she enjoy her cookies? Or, did she enjo...y the second helping of her ‘cookies’?”She made as if to back closer to the headboard. “I might have taken a nibble or two of some cookies, I suppose...”I invaded her personal space, naked as she, kneeling upright, drawing her into my chest. My erection, now throbbing in anticipation of a second inning, settled in between her fine dark breasts, and she tipped her. Around ten, I made a pot of coffee for Mom and Sue, and went upstairs to clean my room.As I reached the top of the stairs, I noticed Sean's door was open, and decided to see if he was awake. He had apparently gotten up to use the bathroom and gone back to bed. He was sound asleep and softly snoring; he was nude on his back, and his stiff little thingie was at an angle to his body, gently pulsing with his heart. I didn't think he would appreciate being found in that state, so I backed out of his. "Brunette, witha bit of dark complexion. Italian or something, no wait, make that aNative American."After some arguing and compromising we agreed that one girl would beCaucasian and long blond hair. The other would be a Native American girlwith long black hair. Both would have pert C-cup breasts and a figurethat would make most girls envious. Dean had written the descriptionsdown on two pieces of paper and I translated it to a complete spell. Iwrote that on the pieces of paper, so we could let. For a good ten minutes he pounded my before he came. I straighten up and smiled broadly. I looked up at the clock. I still had 10 minutes left. Not one to waste 10 minutes I sat in the chair and got myself off again before reluctantly getting dressed. I walked back into the shop. “Everything OK?” asked Mona. I guess that was her standard line. “Yes wonderful” I replied. “I notice no wedding ring love. Are you married? In a relationship?” Not sure the reason for the question but I said “no and.