“When Collin gets home, I might have to steal him for an afternoon, too. Are we expecting anyone that I don’t know about, Lover?” Ben inquired. She took a sip, wrinkled her nose up at the cold flavour, then put the coffee in the microwave. “You sure do spoil me, sometimes, Meat-Ball,” she whispered in his ear as she hugged him close to her, “and you’re not only one hell of a great lover, but an awesome Daddy, as well.”
“Aw shucks, Miss Amy,” Ben replied with a corny accent, “it weren’t nothin’, ma’am.” His comic reply sent Amy into gales of laughter. It was the realization that she hadn’t fed Andy since yesterday evening that finally made that fact the deciding factor in whether or not she would indulge herself with a lazy morning. Some of the farms were marked, or had a name on them. Finally prying her eyelids open enough to see who was between her legs, she caught sight of Collin, his face drenched and covered with the juices that her cunt had expelled.
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