No, it's breakfast time

Nodding to Anne, you somewhat reluctantly allow her to pull away, following her as she heads downstairs.

As you step into the kitchen, the heavenly smell of bacon fills your nostrils. Michael stands at the stove, wearing nothing but a long apron. Hearing you and Anne behind him, he looks over his shoulder, flashing you both a grin.

"Finally. Grab some plates and get over here, lovebirds," he says, pointing to the cupboard.

After a minute of bustling and preparing you sit at the table, looking across at your naked friends. As they eat happily, you can't help but stare at Anne's perfect breasts, hanging freely while she tucks into her bacon. It isn't long before your stomach protests, though, grumbling loudly and forcing your attention back to your food.

"So, Mikey, what's going on with your mom?" Anne asks, glancing over at your friend. "Why she at the doctor's? Nothing serious, I hope."

"John made Dad send her in for more surgery and stuff," he says, waving his fork towards you. "I guess she wasn't 'bimbo' enough for him yet!"

She raises an eyebrow at you. You shrug as you speak up between your bites. "Well, there's plenty of sluts around...I guess I wanted April to stand out a bit more. Besides, I kinda love the idea of making her a toy for Mike and I, especially against her husband's wishes." You chuckle nervously, hoping your words make sense to them. You’re in uncharted waters, and you don’t want to say something out of place.

"Hey, I'm not complaining," replies Mike, smiling at you. "I'm getting hard just thinking about what you're doing to her...you mind, Anne?"

"Asking me if I mind...what are you, a newbie?" she teases as she nods to him with a laugh, slipping her arm beneath the table. You can see it stroking up and down as she continues to chat with you. "Boys and their toys,” she says with a giggle. “You guys haven’t changed a bit. So, when’s April supposed to be out of surgery?”

“Pretty soon, actually,” says Michael, finishing up his food and leaning back to relax and enjoy the handjob. “Dad’s at work, so I’m supposed to go pick her up in about half an hour. You two coming with me?”

You nod eagerly. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you reply as you gather up your dishes and head over to the sink.

“I’ll come if you guys still need me,” Anne says as she pushes out her chair, crouching beneath the table and kneeling down between Michael’s legs.

“Mmm…no, I think I’ll just bust in you now and save the rest for Mom,” he replies, reaching down to run a hand through her hair. “What about you, John? You want her for the ride over?”