” Want a cup of coffee ?…” he asked, I wanted more than just coffee I wanted to fuck in the kitchen counter . But I had to pull myself together, I mean the baby is here I’m a hot mess with budging leaking milk boobs and my hair hasn’t been brushed in days …
He looked at me from the kitchen, I could see him checking out my breasts … since having the baby they had dropped slightly and my nipples were forever erect . I couldn’t tell whether he was looking at me because my nipples were partially popping up from my nighty, or whether he thought I looked terrible and needed a shower.
” You’re wet !” he said … “What?” how did he know … could he read my mind ? ” Your nighty is wet, you’re leaking !” … OMG what the hell this wasn’t sexy at all. This was my cue to get out of there and put the baby to bed for a nap and probably sort myself out.
” I’m putting him to bed then having a shower will see you in a bit” … “u huh” he nodded whilst he poured his coffee.