After showering, we both had breakfast and Roger cooked. I wanted to cook but he didn't let me, he said he would do it.
And I let him do it.
We had breakfast and then he told me he wanted to tell me a story.
We sat on the couch in the sitting room listening to ourselves tell stories to each other when he suddenly pulled me up his lap.
Roger made me sit on his lap and he told me the story he kept talking to me about.
He whispered in my ear and made me feel ticklish.
"Why don't we get dirty?" He asked and the side of me shook because I was expecting it and I wanted it but I still had cold feet.
I nodded, biting my lips hard.
Roger's hand roamed through my body making me feel so heated.
His hand massaged my back smoothly and I hissed inside of me.
Just his touch alone made my p***y
