The Lodger Pt.2

I got back into bed still dripping and oozing and drifted off to sleep again.
I was woken by a knock on my open door.
I was lying on my front, one leg hanging over the side of the bed, my face buried in the pillow.
I grunted, and heard my new lodger say, 'Morning, hope you slept well. Fancy some breakfast?'
'Mmm' I mumbled into the pillow.
I heard him turn and head downstairs saying 'And a mighty fine view if I may say so'
I lay in bed for a little longer, as last night's dream came back to me.
Or was it a dream?
Stumbling out of bed, I stood in front of my mirror. Nothing there to see. Just a sleepy looking naked girl. No signs of any bodily emissions!
My, I have an over active imagination, I thought to myself as I stepped into the shower.
The hot water running over my body felt great, and I spent a while soaping myself, making sure my bits were nice and clean, the smells of cooking drifting upstairs making me feel hungry.
I got out of the shower, dripping wet, and started to towel myself dry.
I was bending over, drying my feet, when I heard him in the doorway again.
'Yes, a very fine view'
I turned and there he was, naked, holding a tray with breakfast on.
I was speechless, as he grinned at me, and oh my, he looked hot.
A fine toned and tanned body, and what a smile. My legs felt like jelly.
And I couldn't help staring at his cock, hard and sticking straight out from his bush of dark pubes.
But it was the size that made me gawp. It was enormous. His foreskin half covering the big shiny head. I sat down on the edge of the bed, and he walked over to me, put the tray down on the bedside table and stood in between my legs, his cock inches from my face.
I reached out and wrapped both hands around the shaft, a couple of inches still showing before the head, and slowly pulled the skin away.