The next morning Caroline greeted me at the door wearing the shirt to Rick’s pajamas. She had on a pair of feather trimmed high heel slippers. As she walked up the few steps into the kitchen I saw the bare cheeks of her ass. “Coffees ready!” She said, placing a cup on the end of the table where I usually sat. I could smell the bacon cooking in the frying pan. “RICK! Rick your breakfast is ready!” She called out lovingly to her husband.
“I’m so hungry I could eat a horse!” Rick said coming into the