When I was a little girl, I had the most intricate doll house that I had received for my birthday one year. I played with it often, although to me it was more like a simulation of my future than a game. I decorated with involved precision, made sure that everything was in place, and I even dressed the doll that was meant to represent myself in clothes that I would wear. The doll was just the beginning of a dream that one day would become very real - and was much more wonderful than I could had ever imagined. My doll had two boyfriends, and they were all very much in love.
You might be thinking - two boyfriends? - how could one possibly maintain such a complex and emotionally trying relationship? It can be hard at times; however, the intimacy of the whole thing makes up for any minor disagreement we may encounter. Also, two dicks are better than one, especially for me. I would certainly rather be looking at it than looking for it, and I didn't have to look far.
"Babe, have you seen my black dress shirt? You know, the one that I usually wear with the paisley tie?" asked Josh. He was always losing things, but I was happy to be the navigator in his sea of lost items and forgotten appointments. I grabbed the shirt out of the dryer and handed it to him as I walked briskly to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for us.
"Thanks, you're the best" he replied, shirt in hand. He had the sliest smile, it always caught me off guard, no matter how many times I saw it in a day.
I walked back into the kitchen and placed a skillet on the stove. I pulled a carton of eggs and a stick of butter out of the refrigerator. It felt like a French toast sort of day. Josh walked up behind me brandishing only his boxers and socks, wrapping his arms around my waist and planting a warm, wet kiss on the back of my neck.
"Mmm" I moaned, as he slid a hand into the elastic band of my panties, gently teasing the lips of my pussy. I turned around abruptly and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Hurry up and shower, Liam will need to take one as well before work!" I said playfully, I could never be too mad at him. He went in the bathroom and shut the door, I heard the water begin to run.
Thoughts of his naked, wet body began to dance around in my head, distracting me from my cooking. The butter I placed in the skillet began to melt, and I already had the mixture to dip my bread in made. I decided to leave the kitchen for a moment to wake up Liam. Oh, Liam. Such a gorgeous figure to look upon.