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What Lisa Let Me Do: Part 2
A morning routine turns full-blown erotic with uncontrollable thoughts
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Lisa’s nightshirt rose up and down her thighs and hips while finishing the eggs, pouring milk over cereal bowls, and filling glasses with juice. She tossed her hair back from her face and over her shoulder, looking like a sexy short-order cook with young, hungry customers flitting about getting ready for their school day.
But the customer isn’t always right and Lisa’s tone hit the right notes of stern and loving to get them to eat and move on.
“See you,” I kissed her quickly, as the kitchen emptied, and cradled my laptop and notepad.
“‘Bye.” Lisa turned and headed to the bathroom. “You’ve got the …” Her voice faded.
“What?” I set my things on the counter and followed her in. “Didn’t hear you.”
She reached for the hem of her nightshirt, bringing it up over her body and baring her breasts. “You’ve got the after-school pick-up this afternoon, right?”
I closed the door. “Oh, yeah.” I was driving everyone home.
She stood in front of the mirror, running her fingers through her hair and her nakedness seemed enhanced. “That science fair is coming up and…
