"Oooooohhh, Tate… I'm cummmmmming-g-g!" Her voice was shaky, desperate, blissful, the way it always was when she war in the throes of orgasm. Her buttocks ground heedlessly fuck at him. He let himself be overwhelmed by her energy.

"Uuuuhhk… here it cums, baby! All the wet and squishes you can handle! Jeez-z!" When the last of his hot load had shot up into her cunt, he grabbed her around the chest and bent over her, waiting to recover his strength. He cupped a tit in each hand. Her was as content as a man could be.

When they had ridden out the doldrums of bliss, they got around to the 'hello' kiss. "Did you have a good day, baby?"

"Oh yes. And the best part just happened." She smiled wickedly at him and headed for the kitchen. "How about some cookies and milk?"

"Make mine a beer!" He followed her into the kitchen. She had pulled her skirt down over her ass, bat it pleased him to think that her buttocks were bare underneath. And his cum-juices were right now trickling down her thighs. She sipped her milk. Her big brown eyes watched him over the rim of her glass.

"Good news, Annie. Remember Sam? He's coming for a visit in a couple of days. He just got back from France, and he's got himself a brand new French wife."

"Great. Maybe she'll let me practice my French on her."

"I don't see why not."

"Well, I'm pretty bad. But it'd help a lot to have someone who's really French to talk to. The kids at school are mostly worse than I am."

"That's only natural. You can't expect your average kids at school to hold a candle to you, baby. You're precocious."

Her brown eyes flashed. Her milk was three-quarters gone. "I am, aren't I?"

"You bet. Let me have a couple of those cookies."

"Have as many as you want. I've changed my mind. I think I'd like to have some sausage instead." She stared at him boldly.