Rub body Stories

Our new alarm clock went off a two-twenty. I didn’t get mad at this one. I was holding Tammy’s tit, so I patted it and kissed her shoulder. She giggled. “Mom, I’m hungry, and I think something else needs tending to.” I kissed Tammy’s shoulder again. We got out of bed, and Tammy headed for the kitchen, so I checked the “alarm clock”. Yep, wet hubie hugger, and hungry. A typical two-twenty combination. Elizabeth seemed okay...