I slip out of bed, not wanting to wake you any more than I already have. Once I’m sure all the shells are removed, I stir them, until it is a solid yellow, ready for pouring. Indian sex I grab my breakfast and sit next to you. After we fix our clothes, we walk to the shore line to use the tide to clean us. I roll over, laying in the sand. I cut and dice the cheese, green chili, onion, and mushrooms, mixing them all in a bowel. Such a feat must take a lot of dedication. I awaken, turning onto my side to avoid the glare of the sun as it pierces the curtains, invading our personal space with its sharp rays. I smile as your eyes close, you drifting off to a restful sleep. I move my hands to your hips, squeezing.
