Kitchen’s Counter top

Andy came downstairs after his morning shower and quietly began fixing himself a bowl of cereal. Marissa was already sitting at the kitchen table, eating and working on that day’s crossword puzzle. Sitting down, Andy leaned over and kissed his girl friend on the mouth.

“I love you boo,” He said softly. He began pouring himself some cereal and Marissa continued working on the puzzle.

After he finished eating he looked up at Marissa with a strange look on his face.

“What’s up hon, is something wrong?” Marissa asked.

Andy just stared at her face and then glanced down at her tits. She was wearing a tank top and her favorite pair of jeans which were nearly skin tight and pushed her ass into a tight round ball. Although they had been dating for awhile, they hadn’t had sex yet. They had fooled around quite a bit, but Marissa had told him that she wasn’t quite ready for intercourse.

“Stand up. Walk over to the counter until you are 3 feet away and bend over so your torso makes a 45 degree angle with your legs. Put your hands on the counter. I want to study your ass this morning before I go to work.”

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