Note: This is a follow-up to After Dinner.

Sated from sex, Tom and Avis fell asleep at the foot of Tom’s favorite chair but tipped over chair, and there they stayed, nestled against one another until late the next morning when Tom’s wife Beth nudged them awake.

“Sleepyheads,” she scolded them. “The little one is already fed and packed off to pre-K.”

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” Tom mumbled. “I guess we got carried away.”

“I guess so,” Beth agreed. “I guess you lost your head.”

Tom’s hand went to his hair. “Oh, you mean...”

“No, your actual head. Someone commented that last night it was missing for a while.”

“Mmm,” Avis sighed. “Well, if they meant his cockhead, I can attest that it was in my mouth. I can attest that it was delicious.”

“And if they meant my head head,” Tom put in, “I can attest that it was in Avis’ cunt. And it was delicious.”

“Ha ha, a lot of attesting going on,” Beth said. “What’s more, sister of mine, they said your breasts failed to obey gravity.”

“Gravity?” Avis questioned.

“You know,” Beth explained, “the force that pulls everything to earth.”

“Humpf,” Avis snorted. “When orgasm’s sought, my breasts seek succor from the stars.”

“You’re mighty poetic this morning,” Beth commented. “And you haven’t even had breakfast yet.”

“True,” said Tom, and he hoisted Avis up and fastened his mouth to her sex.

“Oh god oh god oh god,” Avis groaned, and a moment later she gushed most gloriously.

Not long after that, on the ground again, Avis, along with her sister, breakfasted on Tom’s cock.

“What a great breakfast,” Avis said, after licking some excess cum from Beth’s lips.

“And no dishes to do,” Beth said.

“Mmm,” Avis agreed. “One thing I don’t understand. Who was it said my breasts were disobedient?”

“And that my head went missing?” Tom added.

“Oh, just someone on SOL,” Beth answered.

“What’s SOL?” Avis asked.

“Better you don’t know,” Beth said. “Wouldn’t want to break the fourth wall.”