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|06-20-2012, 04:28 AM||#1|
Join Date: Jun 2012
Location: east coast, North America
The Big Move: chapter 7, breakfast of champions
author's note: the previous chapter was posted under another author's name, my wife changed the account status on my computer when I was typing in the story and went to get a drink. She says that since this was her story too, she'd like some credit. So, if you are trying to follow the story, part 6 was written by freezy101, me. My apologies if this throws people off.
Bailey and I walked through the kitchen and I checked the refrigerator quickly. Damn, Sheryl kept the place very well stocked, all sorts of organics and what not and the kitchen was a chef's dream. I hatched a plan.
I led Bailey back to the master bedroom and found Alison still splayed out on the bed with her pussy staring right at me. Bailey sat down on the bed on the other side of Alison and stroked her leg. I sat down and started gently rubbing a bit more lotion on her pink pussy lips.
"Alison, time to get up babydoll." I repeated a few times getting steadily louder from a whisper.
Alison spun around unexpectedly fast and looked me in the eye.
"Yes, Master.. I'm up.. what can I do for you?"
"Bailey and I have got your clothes right here, all nice and clean and dry. I'd like you to take a shower and get dressed and I'll make breakfast, ok?"
Alison practically leapt into my lap kissing my face like a puppy for a few seconds.
" Yes, thank you, thank you master. I'll get cleaned up right away" she said.
Alison walked into the bathroom with her freshly washed clothes in her arms. I walked Bailey to the master closet and opened the door.
"HOLY SHIT!" I blurted out
This closet was huge. I walked in and explored. Sheryl had at least a hundred pairs of shoes and many dozen boots and sandals galore. She had what looked like 30 or 40 different pairs of pants all neatly arranged as was everything else. Hundreds of blouses and shirts, sweaters, coats neatly arranged in this closet that was looked to be at least 700 square feet, bigger than my first apartment.
"No wonder Sheryl needed the jumbo trailer." I said as I walked around admiring her good taste.
"Yeah, my sister has a ton of clothes but check these bad boys over here out."
Bailer was standing next to 2 black boxes on the floor behind a panel she had opened with a keypad sending the boxes out on a tray. They each had what looked like a tablet computer mounted on them. They were probably the size of a typical microwave oven.
"What are those?" I asked.
"The latest and greatest home safes for extreme confidential storage."
"ok, what do you mean extreme?" I asked.
Bailey squatted down next to one and started explaining them to me. These 2 safes had a pretty limited storage capacity, were connected to the power grid and guarded by biometric locks. Any interuption in the power supply sent an alert the owner. Any power interuption lasting more than 36 hours without the owner disabling the system in person, this would cause the safe to incinerate it's own contents without jeopardizing the surroundings. This was all due to Sheryl's top secret clearance, 3 levels over top of Bailey's. The government had gotten worried about her clearance when she was listed a transgendered person.
I stood there dumbfounded, that was some pretty crazy stuff.
"Pretty wild, huh?" Bailey asked.
I knealt down to put a hand on the safe she was squatting in front of. Her shorts had opened up a bit and her flacid cock was hanging out about 2 or 3 feet from my face.
"Yeah, damn. I knew you two were involved in some next level tech stuff but that takes the cake there. And your cock is hanging out babe." I nodded to her.
"Shit, these damn panties never hold my junk in"
Bailey stuffed her cock back into her cute super short Khakis and tried to arrange her panties to offer better cockmeat support.
"You should go to that French lingerie store over in Carytown a couple of blocks east of Boulevard. My mom would only buy from there after we moved here from France. She said they knew how make stuff that looked better and worked better than any panties or lingerie made around here"
"Do you remember the name?" Bailey asked me.
"No, but it's next to Quiznos so you can't miss it."
"Alison told me that you grew up in France, your mom went to Cordon-blue, right? You spead French fluently, right?" Bailey peppered me with questions.
"Yeah, I was there until I turned 12. My dad was State Department. My mom was a hell of a cook and I do speak it fluently but I suck with the written rules. I did used to tutor kids a lot, made some good money later in high school and into college. Come on, let's go to the kitchen and I'll make you breakfast and hit you with some french."
Bailey plowed into me with a bear hug and some mega kissing.
"I love listening to French. I never did well with languages. Sheryl did but I just didn't have the patience or something, it always pissed me off that I didn't have that talent." she said as she broke off the kissing.
I led her away and into the kitchen speaking loads of french to her and sat her down at the glass table. I began pulling skillets, pans, and bowls out of the cabinet as I just kept talking in french to her, basically describing my cooking plan as my mother had down for me as a boy watching her.
I was at least 15 minutes into the cooking when Alison came into the kitchen toweling her hair and wearing her nice clean skirt and vest.
"Oooo, that's the stuff I told you about, Bailey" Alison said," Isn't he great to listen to?"
I turned to the both of them, Bailey was sitting in her chair staring at me and she had another tent pole in her shorts. Bailey smiled at me.
"Listening your voice sends electricity through my body, but when you speak french like that to me, my heart just goes right to me cock. I love you, Kevin" Bailey looked at me with those big eyes as she said this.
"Well, now I know the key to your cock baby, and I'm sure that when your pussy listens to me speaking french, it will get sloppy wet." I said in french, laughing.
Bailey seemed to have a tiny convulsion and her hips quivered. I looked down and she had a growing wet spot on the front of her khaki shorts.
Bailey looked down in stunned disbelief.
"You've made me cum with your voice, just your voice. I swear I've never heard of an orgasm brought on just by speaking. That is amazing" Bailey exclaimed excitedly.
"I told you a lot about Kevin over the last few months Bailey but I guess he will still surprise us a lot." Alison said as she sat next to Bailey and took her hand.
I was almost done making breakfast and was feeling pretty good about life.
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