Dave woke up at dawn and punched the alarm clock button. He wanted Lori to sleep and rest as long as possible after the events of last night. He sat up in bed watching the gentle rise and fall of her breasts and listened to her soft breathing. Wonder what she was dreaming? Already he felt the yearning for her deep inside. He quietly got out of bed, visited the bathroom, then put on a light bathrobe, and went to the kitchen, softly closing the bedroom door.
He had said he would make the coffee, and set up the percolator to make a good strong brew. Rummaging through the cupboards, he found the small bottle of anisette hidden there. A little hair of the dog would be good for her, he thought.
Next, he cut some slices of French bread to toast when she got up, and set out butter and peanut butter and jelly. Cable was not connected yet, so he set up his cell phone for a news channel, waiting for Lori to wake. He went to the living room and stretched out on the recliner to watch the news, but the ache was there and his thoughts were not of news, but of Lori: her emerald green eyes, rosy lips, delectable breasts, soft warm belly, the sweet taste of her skin. His hand moved almost uncontrollably to his half-erect cock and he started slowly stroking it. Whipping up a batch now would make the fuck with Lori last longer, he rationalized. He closed his eyes and began to stroke faster now with a full-blown erection, the images of Lori cascading through his mind like a camera roll. He was on the verge of ejaculation when suddenly Lori strolled, naked, into the room.
"Good morning, honey! I see you've started breakfast without me!" she laughed.
