Amy likes her eggs in the morning

You have fun for a few minutes with Amy's nipples. They do not take long to become completely stiff, and Amy moans softly and gasps a few times as you lazily caress them.

Soon, however, you feel your stomach grumble. Playing with Amy's tits is fun, but you had better get some breakfast. And it will allow you to set up another bit of fun.

"How'd you like some eggs for breakfast?" you ask her.

"That sounds nice," she says, still sleepily.

You get up from in front of the sofa, not bothering to put on any underwear. Amy smiles at you, and makes a point of looking at your cock. "Free and easy this morning, eh John?" she teases you.

"Something like that," you smile back, enjoying the view of her exposed breasts. You saunter off to the kitchen.

You unhurriedly fry up four eggs, and make some toast and coffee for good measure. After a couple of minutes, Amy appears at the door to the kitchen. Her nipples are a bit more relaxed, but she is still topless, and is wearing only her panties.

"Mmmm," she murmurs. "I'm looking forward to that coffee. I haven't had a night like that since college," she says. She stretches her back, thrusting her chest forward at you.

"Come here," you say to her casually. She walks your way, and you wrap an arm around her to gently cup her butt. She smiles a friendly smile at you.

"Hmmm, what's gotten into you, John? You're acting a lot perkier than usual."

Wordlessly, you lean in for a kiss. Without comment, she opens her mouth to reciprocate. You feel yourself rise to the occasion as you and she kiss each other deeply and playfully. She giggles as you break the kiss.

"Eggs are about done," you say. Right on cue, the toast pops out of the toaster. "Excellent. Amy, could you take off your panties while I get the plates and pour the coffee? Just leave them on the floor."

Amy nods. "Of course," she says, and bends down to take her panties off. She extricates one leg, then the other, stepping out of her underwear. She is now completely naked, and smiles unconcernedly as you gather the plates. You set them down, and serve the eggs on to them. Amy reaches out to take them, her breasts jiggling slightly as she does so, and she moves them to the table.

You fetch some coffee mugs, and pour the coffee. Amy turns back to face you, and lazily reaches down between her legs. "There's something a bit odd about this morning," she says conversationally, "but I can't quite place it. It really reminds me of college though. Is this a dream?"

"Feels like a dream to me," you say, very cheerfully as you smile at Amy, admiring her breasts. Amy chuckles gently.