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We groan together as the length of hiht and welco his as he thrusts fro up and down his cock, o of his hands so I can lean forward a bit, bracing ainst hias around hirunts his load intomyself off of him, and when he slides out of me I immediately notice how much wetter it is without a condom

"Why did I ever say I didn’t want messy?" I joke I reach a hand down to touchhot"

"You know that’s going to be leaking out of you for the rest of the day, right?" he asks, placing his hand overthe fluid onto the outside of ets better and better," I murmur

His dick looks like it’d like to lances at the clock on the wall and gets up, walking into the bathroo

I blush when he uses it to clean me up

"Everything we do and this e crashes nearby

We’re off the bed and dressed in under a minute, Sawyer out the door seconds before I am

"It’s okay, Daddy," Jake says as I come upon the crime scene Half a container of apple juice seeps across the kitchen floor Jake runs a soggy dishtowel through it "I clean it up When we ht, Daddy?"

Oh, God I squeak and cough intonot to laugh

"That’s right, buddy"

"Were you guys having a nap too?" Jake looks up fro, and I wonder how many years we have left of his co to enjoy every one of them

And all the years that follow

A couple weeks later we do take hirocery store, but we skip Whole Foods in favor of the Di Bruno’s on Chestnut It’s less than a half mile walk froets piggyback rides the remainder of the journey He’s thrilled to push a roceries inside of it and it makes his whole day when Sawyer lets hiot the cookies!" Jake stalls, hand inwe need for the cookies, I promise"

A frown mars his brow, the expression so siet cookies," he tellshis head back and forth

"Oh, no, we didn’t buy cookies, Jake We’re going tothat Sawyer is carrying doubtfully but allows yback him home

After naps for everyone, Jake stands on a chair at the kitchen island and helps redients and he pours theredient

"This goes in cookies?" he asks, duet h "Are you sure?" He proceeds with the vanilla

When the first tray of chocolate-chip cookies coht up and he yells to Sawyer, sitting on the couch, totally within nore "We made cookies, Daddy!"