Dinner

Millie has her back turned to me, so I walk up behind her and reach my hands around her waist, then slide them up to cup her big tits.

"Wow! No!" Millie exclaims, and reaches up and pulls my hands away from her breasts. She does not turn around, or say anything else, instead she just keeps moving around the kitchen counter, busily preparing what I suspect to be a simple stir-fry. She's a lousy cook I remember, but then, with big tits like hers, why would she need to be a good cook, I think to myself.

"Do you need any help?" I ask her.

"No, am fine Matt." She replies without turning around.

"Okay." I say, and a bit sheepishly go and sit down on the sofa and turn on the TV.

After a few minutes, Millie comes out to the living room with a plate of food, which she hands to me.

"Are you not eating?" I ask her, a bit surprised.

"No, am not feeling hungry." Millie replies, and then heads down the hall and goes into her room.

I eat my food while watching TV, then when I am finished I take my plate and silverware out to the kitchen, then sit down and watch a bit more TV. I am starting to feel a bit strange that Millie is just staying in her room, and wondering what I should do.