He Who Watches- Watches You

"Well?" She asked."Well?" I replied.She reached down lower sliding her hand down the flatness of my stomach until she reached my underwear. She worked her hand underneath my briefs and closed her hand onmy manhood. "Hum mm," she said, sibilantly. "Are you making the coffee? Or, are you not?' She asked. "'Hum mm," I answered. "What do you think?" Imumbled in a husky voice moving over closer to her body. Her hand slipped lower closing tightly on forbidden territory. Giving a slight squeeze. "What was that you said?" I didn't exactly hear you right." She said, smiling beautifully up into my face. "W--Wait," I grunted, in slight pain. "Let's talk about this?"She gave a little tighter squeeze. "I don't think there's anything else to talk about, do you? Besides, we don't have the time for anything else." She said, regrettably, releasing herhand she quickly slipped out from underneath the covers.