Now that the chicken poo had been cleaned up, and we had gotten our giggles out we still needed to get down to business. CeCelia had been laughing so much she had been snorting as I described in detail exactly what had happened with the devil of a drumstick. Finally satisfied with my clean up job I washed my hands and sat back down next to her.
“I guess we should continue” I purred, cupping her cheek and gently kissing her. She made a noise of assent and nipped at my lower lip. Her arms snaked around my neck, she was warm and soft, smelled of freshness and cinnamon. My lips travelled lower to her neck, peppering kisses there and one of my hands travelled upward to her breast. She was something else, even with her sight gone the instinct of a mate was a strong one. Her kisses deepened and
