Salty Sunday breakfast
This is my story of how I’ve been sucking off the paperboy for months, he’s so cute. I have the paper delivered to my house every day of the week, but Sunday is my favourite day. This is how it all started. One Sunday morning at 10am, Ricky, the 12 year old paperboy, delivered the paper to my house, I was waiting for him at the door as he walked up my driveway, “Morning Ricky, thank you.” I said, taking the paper from him. “Morning.” He replied. I knew I was the last drop on his rout so I asked him if he’d like to come inside, “Would you like a drink? – I also have brownies.” I said. “Yeah, okay.” He said, and he came inside and I directed him to the kitchen as …