Meanwhile Sue had rolled out of bed hungry and awake just before Mr. Brown woke up. She walked downstairs and turned on the light in the kitchen and found Mrs. Brown's delicious chocolate chip cookies. She poured a glass of milk and sat down at the table with three cookies and began to eat. She was a nighttime snacks, and loved cookies and milk.

Mr. Brown lay in bed, his prick throbbing. He couldn't interest Beth in a fuck, so he got up and headed downstairs wearing a pair of white boxer shorts, his cock spiking out the front as though he had a big wobbling cucumber inside.

He pushed through the swinging door to the kitchen and was stunned to see sweet Sue sitting at the table in a pair of pink panties and pink bra. Her bra overflowed with young, ripe tits, and her panties were shaded brown in a muffy. puff at the crotch.

Sue looked up when Mr. Brown entered. She immediately saw the huge wagging cock slapping around in his shorts. A tingle of excitement tinged with a shudder of fear rinsed through her.

Mr. Brown stopped.

"Ah, well…ah…" he stammered.

He was a handsome man of forty-four, lean, six-foot-four with thick brownish-blond hair. He had a jagged, manly handsomeness that resembled a young John Wayne.

"I got hungry," Sue said, still looking at the erection in his shorts.

"Yes, well, ah, me too," he said.

"I better go back to bed," Sue murmured, getting up, then walking to the sink with her empty glass.

Mr. Brown watched her darling ass sway, the cheeks wiggling, rippling, the elastic of her panties cutting sharply and high up on the round globes.

She turned around to walk past him. His cock thumped, throbbed, and popped out of the fly of his shorts.