Free Blogger: ALL SITES ACCESS - ALLSITESACCESS woke up and realized it was daylight. She turned her head, expecting Buddy, her teenage lover, to be lying next to her, and was disappointed that he wasn't. "Did...did he go home?" she wondered. Then she realized the house was filling with the smell of cooking bacon and realized the young man had gotten up and was cooking breakfast. "I'm impressed," she thought. Come to think of it, other than her mother, nobody had ever cooked breakfast for her. She threw back the covers and looked down at her body. Dried remnants of love-making remained on her neatly trimmed pubic hair. "Buddy really is incredible," she mused as she swung her slim legs over the side of the bed and sat up.
A few minutes later, wearing her fluffy terrycloth robe, Marla walked into the kitchen. Buddy, wearing his shorts and T-shirt, was standing at the stove and flipping a pancake, looked over at her and smiled. "You don't mind that I'm making breakfast, do you?" he asked.
