Breakfast
She brought breakfast with her
I sat at the computer early in the morning clicking away as I cruised the net. It was a little chilly in the house as Misty walked in from the bedroom. She had on a grey ribbed tank top, the kind that looks like a wife beater but really is not, and red cotton panties. She walked in talking about the dream that she had just had. I couldn’t take my eyes from her. I don’t know what it was, her hair was a mess, she didn’t hav...