The next morning I woke up with Corinne half-lying on top of me. Sometime during the night she had gotten up. When I came home from 'rescuing' Kayla, she was still lying on top of the covers. Instead of waking her, I just stripped down to my boxers and got into bed underneath the sheet. My wife was now half-lying on top of me in her nightgown snuggled up underneath my arm. Her right leg was draped over my waist and her leg in between my legs with her right hand on my cock against her leg. This was a normal position for her, although I never really got used to it. I kind of felt violated sometimes. She made a remark once she just liked to hold it when she was sleeping, it was comforting to her. I gently finagled myself from underneath her, gave her a kiss on her reddish-brown hair and headed to the shower.
After a shower, I got dressed and made my way downstairs the smell of coffee in the air. Funny, I don't remember setting the coffee pot last night. I also smelt bacon frying. I inwardly smiled to myself walking through the living room to the kitchen thinking Kayla was here making breakfast and coffee as a way of saying thank you for her rescue last night. As I entered the kitchen, I was surprised to find Trina being the chef. She was standing in front of the stove pushing the bacon around in a pan. She had on a light bathrobe tied across her waist and came down to her knees. She wasn't wearing slippers and her feet were bare. I walked over to the coffee pot to steal a cup of coffee.
"Morning Treen" I said to her looking out the window. "Looks like it's going to be a beautiful day again isn't it?"
"Good Morning dad." She answered giving me a small smile. "Yes it does. I hope you're hungry this morning, I thought I would make you some breakfast before you go to work."
I sipped my coffee and told her: "Thanks. I wasn't hungry until I smelled the bacon frying and now I'm famished. Thank you so much Treen." I gently leaned toward her and gave her a kiss on her forehead. I couldn't remember the last time I did that, but I figured if she was being good enough to call me dad again and make me breakfast, I could be good enough to kiss my daughter.
"No problem dad." -Her big smile showing her braces. She was wearing her second pair of glasses which men and women in the armed forces dubbed birth-control glasses. The standard one frame for all, and they were hideous looking. I opened the back door to retrieve the morning paper from underneath the bushes, and took a seat at the kitchen table. Setting down my coffee cup, I glanced over the headlines on the front page, before doing my usual habit of going to the back page and began reading the paper from back to front. She began humming to herself, something I didn't recognize, but with the type of music kids listen to today, I didn't recognize anything.
"What song you humming there Treen?" I asked her still looking over my paper.
"Oh nothing really dad. I got this song stuck in my head, and humming to it sometimes makes it go away. Bacon is almost done, over easy eggs dad?"
"Uh...yeah Treen. Over easy is fine." I said a little surprised she actually knew how I like my eggs. As I was turning the page to my paper I happaen to catch out of the corner of my eye, she scratched her left breast. Well, at least what there was of it. I haven't checked because I'm not a full blown perv, but I knew she only had to be an A cup, if not still wearing a training bra. She shifted her weight to her right leg, slightly bending her left leg and turned her left foot out to balance herself.
"So what's on the agenda today Treen?" I asked her trying to make conversation.
She gave me Kayla's triple d look and said: "Duh...school today."
"Stupid me." I said slapping my forehead. "I knew that."
Trina giggled at me before flipping my eggs and turning off the stove. After a minute, she scooped the eggs out of the pan, put a couple pieces of bacon on my plate and brought it to me. "Toast will be done in a sec dad."
