The smell of freshly brewed coffee and bacon filled the air. My bedroom has two doors, one opens to the living room, the other to the bathroom, on through to the kitchen. Mei was standing in my bedroom, and like every morning my Border Collie – Mac, was pulling inaccurate my blankets. His scheme of telling me time to get up and carry off him outside. She said, oh it’s not that, zeenite you possess so numberless scars! I’m pitiful I said infuriating to find something to smokescreen up with, zeenite I unendingly sleep bare I told Mei. I was on my back, my four-inch soft cock, resting on my right thigh. Slowly my cover was being pulled to the bottom of the bed, and I heard a gulp for zeenite air!