“B…what’d ya get at the mall?”

The breath from my lungs escaped once I walked into the kitchen. B is on her tip toes trying to reach a cookie sheet. She’s wearing a blue and green checkered mini skirt and a tight white polo t-shirt. As she reaches up, her t-shirt rides above her stomach. The mini skirt is really, really mini. Actually, I don’t even think it could be called a mini skirt in some states. From this angle it looks more like lingerie. Damn! If Butch was real, I think it just twitched.

“Faith, sweetie can you help me reach the cookie sheet?”

I’m kinda busy checkin you out B, give me a sec. I walk over to B and stand behind her, left hand on her hip.

“Which one B?” I make sure that I’m breathing right next to her ear. She gets so turned on when I do that.

“Uhh…the silver one.” B shivers against my body. See, what did I tell ya?

I reach up to grab the sheet. My hips press lightly against her ass, making her gasp and inch closer over the counter.

“Faith…” Her voice barely a whisper. B’s breath has gotten ragged.

“Yeah B…” I set the cookie sheet on the counter and she turns around to face me.

“What do you have in your pocket?” Oh god…she’s looking straight in my eyes and wearing that ‘I know you want to fuck me right now’ look. She knows me so well. I capture her lips hungrily with mine. Her lips taste like peppermint today.  She traces my pocket with her finger tip; it inches closer to my crotch. I break our lip lock.

“I dunno B, it’s a surprise…” She grins and leans back towards my lips, barely grazing my lower lip.

“I wonder what it could be…” I groan as she squeezes my breast and teases my nipple.

“Can’t know unless you look B…” B smiles and unzips my leathers. She kneels down and reaches inside my pants. When B takes Butch out she practically stumbles back into the kitchen island. What’s wrong?

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“That!” She’s pointing at Butch. Yeah, I know B. It’s not like you haven’t seen a strap-on before.