He heard Jesse humming in the kitchen. Seeing no choice, he pushed the blanket from him and sat up on the large sofa. Yawning, he saw the time was past ten. She must have left him to sleep in. Walking into the kitchen he found her dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans that molded to her ass perfectly. The shirt she wore a simple red color. Ryan wished she would turn around so he could see what she looked like from the front. His dreams were filled with images of large tits with the reddest nipples he’d ever seen. They were big, round, and responded to his touch as if her body was made for him alone. Her blonde tresses were pulled back into a loose ponytail. Strands were already escaping from the band she used. “Morning,” he said, careful when he spoke so she wouldn’t burn herself. She turned with a big smile on her lips. “Good morning. I hope you don’t mind me waking you up. I tried to wait before cooking.” She looked a little sheepish. Glancing toward the light from the oven beside her, he saw twelve muffins rising.
