And lunch ... and a BOOK ... for boredom on the drive.“You’re going to miss some great scenery,” Jim said.“We’ve been taking this route for ...wo years, I won’t miss it,” I replied.“It’s always different,” He said.“I’ll check it out between chapters.”“Western part of the state is on fire,” Jim said.“We’re not going west,” I said.“Yer a bit contrary,” Jim said.“I miss her,” I said.“Marry the girl,” Jim chuckled.The crack was still there.Along the hike, for the first kilometer, there was plenty of. Tuesday did have one very special highlight. The list of potential candidates for the new position was posted and of the three names on it, Rick was the first one. That afternoon as I was pouring Mr. Draken a cup of coffee, he commented that Rick and I had the same last name. After I explained that Rick was my husband, he became very excited and said it would be nice if Rick got the promotion. He said this while his hand rubbed up against my rear. Later at home, I shuddered to think I actually. If they weren't in a bar, Kelle could have relaxed into it. But they were in a bar and many of the bikers had discovered this new show. "You here for some fun?" Kelle nodded. "What did you have in mind?" "You want to play Truth or Dare?" "Okay." "Have you ever fucked a biker?" Kelle thought, an easy one. "No and not in this lifetime, or at least, the foreseeable future." "Your turn." "How many bikers have you fucked?" Holley looked thoughtful. "I would say about thirty bikers and about fifteen. "Not believing his ears Rob gaped at her. Standing up and slowly opening the belt of her robe Mavis Johnson revealed that all she was wearing under it was her nylons and a garter belt. Her breast were even larger than Sandy's and still needed no support. They had no sag, they didn't hang down at all, but thrust out proudly from her body. Her waist was still small to accent both the thrust of her breast above and the flare of her hips below it even after bearing three children. The bush around.