The Morning

13 11 2013

The morning greeted me with the aroma of breakfast. I get up from my slumber, recalling last night. The aroma of eggs, sausage and biscuits hit my nose. I stray into the kitchen, there I find you, standing in front of the stove cooking. “Ohh how nice.” I walk over to you, I place my hands on your waist. I nuzzle your neck and give it a kiss. “Good morning Kel.” Then I notice something. You’re wearing a pair of blue plaid pajama bottoms. It’s not denim, but at least I can make out the shape of your ass. Just as I’m about to leave the kitchen….I grab your ass.



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