there was a tidy desk and an old wooden swivel chair like grandpa morgan kept in his office on the ranch . i asked , tightening my belt as i descended the stairs . what she would n't give to see his face . youre just coming down , thats all . chattering teeth could n't be blamed for that last stutter . her h*ps were wide , and he could n't wait to f**k her from behind while grabbing those hips . `` breakfast is more relaxed for all concerned if you have your beauty sleep . '' 