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Dinner Time (MF)
by Dulcinea (Dulcinea1@aol.com)

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The delightful odor of a roasting chicken filled the house, his mouth
watering as soon as he opened the door. Dropping his coat over the 
back of the sofa, he followed the aroma to the kitchen.

"What's cooking, good looking?" he asked, sneaking up behind her. She was
standing at the kitchen sink, peeling potatoes. Wrapping his arms around
her waist, he hugged her, kissing the side of her neck. "Smells great!"

"Thanks." She kissed the top of his head, turning her attention back to the
potatoes in the sink. "Dinner will be in about thirty minutes. Want to set
the table?"

"Mmmm." He pulled her back against his body, loving the feel of her
softness in his arms. They could both feel his cock growing hard as it
pressed against her ass. "Maybe we should plan dinner, say, in about an
hour?"

"Honey..." She leaned her head back and rested it on his shoulder, relaxing
a moment in his grip. "The chicken will be burned, the broccoli will be
overcooked, the potato salad won't be ready...." She took a deep breath as
his hands moved up to caress her breasts through her tee shirt. "And I
haven't done anything for dessert," she finished breathlessly.

"I like my broccoli mushy," he whispered in her ear, his hands sliding
down, under her waistband of her knit pants and inside her panties. Rubbing
the outside of her shaved pussy, he ground his cock against her ass. "And I
know exactly what I want for dessert."

His finger plunged between her pussy lips, and he wasn't surprised to find
her already wet. Stroking her clit softly, he was delighted by her soft
moanings. She dropped the potato she was peeling into the bowl, the knife
clattering to the sink below. Nibbling on her shoulders through the tee
shirt, he began to slide her pants off, his hands caressing the soft skin
on her hips and thighs.

Falling to his knees, he began to lick the inside of her thighs, smelling
the sweet odor of her pussy. Two fingers slid deep inside of her, twisting
and plunging in and out of her. She was leaning heavily against the sink,
spreading her legs wider so he had better access.

Replacing his fingers with tongue, he licked as deep inside her pussy as he
could, lapping up all the juices that he could get. Crying out, she came
hard, right on his tongue. "Uh-oh," he said, laughing. "I had my dessert
before dinner. Hope I'm not in trouble!"

"No, not in trouble," She returned his laughter. She still lay against the
sink, breathing hard. "But you are going to have mushy broccoli."

"Good!" He unzipped his slacks, his hard cock springing out. Hand on his
hips, he held her steady as he entered her, plunging all the way into her
on the first stroke. "I told you, I like mushy broccoli."

Pinning her against the sink, he pumped in and out of her, her pussy tight
around his cock. The pleasure became unbearable as she climaxed, her pussy
muscles clutching his cock, trying to draw him in deeper. "Oh, honey," he
said, his body stiffening as he shot his cum inside of her, "I love you so
much!"

They stayed together a few moments more, enjoying the touch of the other.
When at last they separated, they did it slowly, tenderly. At dinner, he
ate mushy broccoli happily. And later that night, he had a second helping
of dessert.