Chapter 610 Down Into Her Wetness:>98

• We strolled around a little more, ate hotdogs and ice-creams, and took that long walk back to Marylebone Road to get the bus back home, stopping off at the little corner shop so Sai could buy something for a late lunch, as she'd promised. Once back in the flat, she made me sit and watch TV while she prepared lunch. I was used to pub-grub or eating out of the microwave, so I was looking forward to a real cooked meal for a change.
• Lunch was rice, bean-sprouts, pak choi, sliced pork, chicken and cashews in a rich dark tangy sauce, something she made at home a lot for Dad, something her mother had taught her, and it was filling and tasty. Lunch finished, we cleared up, washed up, and sat together watching Saturday TV, or rather Sai watching TV, and me watching Sai, always a worthwhile occupation.
• At last, she stood up, stretching, pecked me on the lips and wandered into the bedroom, calling out to me a few minutes later. I followed her voice, and there she was, wearing her skin, looking extremely desirable, edible, and available.