Breakfast Time

Jack Strolled out from his room, back into the corridor, and headed straight for the stairs. His priority was food.

His head nearly hit the crossbeam at the top of the stairs, that he was often more than 4 inches away from.. another indication he had grown in more than one way.

Soon enough Jack was in the kitchen. He could see Camila dusting off the sheleves in the connected living room. Her skirt was short enough to see her panties, still completely wet from the blowjob she gave him.

Jack raised his eyebrow slightly, but diverted his attention back to getting himself some food.

He poured himself some cereal into a plain white bowl, alongside a waterfall of milk, and a sprinkling of sugar. Jack sat down at the island in the middle of the kitchen, facing Camila, so he could eat and watch her at the same time