

You walk into the kitchen and see your Daddy standing there, naked at the counter, cracking some eggs. You yawn sheepishly and scratch your belly.
"Good morning," I say as I turn around, displaying my morning wood. Without asking you sink to your knees and begin to suck on the tip as I whisk up the yolks. You feel your stomach rumble as my prein dribbles out onto your tongue.
"I always said breakfast is the most important meal of the day..."