He frowned at the light pointed to his face. He turned his head away. He opened his eyes and looked at his left side where his wife is tangled to the sheets and his legs. He groaned and looked at his lower part. Well, his wife took all of the sheets for herself and left a little bit of it to cover his manhood. He reached her hand and patted it. He rolled to her and hugged her tightly. He closed her eyes and was about to sleep again. But the clock says that it's eleven in the morning.
"Damn," he mumbled and kissed his wife's shoulder. "Love, it's already time for lunch." He yawned and reached her head and rubbed it. "Come on, darling." He spanked her butt. She moaned and cuddled to the sheets.
"I'm starving." I reached the telephone and called the kitchen to buy their lunch. "What do you want for lunch?"
"Anything," she mumbled. "I want hot chocolate." She mumbled.
"Hot chocolate then."
