Babs tried to think out what her next move would be, but lying in bed with her love bird, the only ideas that came to mind involved raw passionate sex for breakfast. While she had hot passionate dreams of latex love, they did end up taking darker twists.
She woke when Dick stretched.
“Hay baby,” Dick cooed to her as she opened her eyes.
“Hay bird boy,” Babs kissed her lover, “Got my morning snack?”
Babs tucked her head down under the sheets, Dick’s eyes rolled back as she started kissing and sucking his sausage. The latex thong made it easy for her to finger his bottom while she sucked him off. In no time flat Babs had a mouthful of Dick’s man cream.
Coming back up from under the sheets she swallowed before kissing him.
“Babs, I been thinking…” Dick sighed.
“Oh no,” Babs tensed up.
“How does Saturday strike you?” Dick asked.
“What?”
“What?” Alfred asked as he walked in carrying the tray of breakfast for two.
“You, Me, Alfred, the families and a preist?” Dick asked, “We can have the wedding in the garden!”
“Dad may still try to kill you,” Babs noted as she took one of the wet napkins and wipped off her mouth and hands, “From the debriefing I got, Sarah pulled a gun on you too.”
“Miss Kitty can make up a white dress with her buddy at their shop,” Dick looked off into the distance,
“And Bat-kitty can be the flower girl!”
“Ring Bearer?” Babs asked.
“Jason might be something of a tool at times,” Dick came to his replacement’s defense, “But I do have to have him at least as best man!”