Swallows

Angie took a deep drink of the spooge laced coffee. She winced, swallowed hard, and smiled.

"Oh wow, that tastes just like the coffee my Uncle Fred makes when I visit. A little bitter but not bad. They must use the same creamer, it doesn't mix well and goes down a little slimy," she explained.

Daphne **** her self to lower her hand from covering her mouth in shock. Tom looked at her with his mouth agape.

"Tom," Angie said with a smile, "you better turn those sausages."

Tom snapped out of it and looked down to take care of the meat sizzling below.

Chad entered the room, "all right sausage! I'm starved."

"Did someone say sausage?" Jo exclaimed as she walked in the now crowded kitchen. "I call dibs on the long one! That is if Daphne didn't already down it."

Jo was still in her towel, tits looking amazing as she looked at Daphne with a coy smile.

Daphne looked at her friends and said, "hey vultures, take a hike! Breakfast isn't ready, we still have to put on the eggs and make the toast."

Chad, Angie, and Joe grumbled but left the small kitchen.

"Holy shit Daph," Tom whispered. "That was..."

"I know, we really need to talk to Angie about her uncle," Daphne said with a wink.

"That's not what I meant," Tom stammered. "But what the fuck, Angie's uncle must be some kinda sick perv, right?"

Their eyes met and they knowingly felt both had enjoyed the moment and the excitement at almost getting caught.

Daphne broke the tension, "thank for letting me have the biggest sausage, now we better get these eggs going before our hosts come down. Otherwise the surprise will be ruined."

Tom wasn't sure what the fuck was going on but he knew he liked it.