He came home. “I want to come home to a food on the table,” he bitched I laughed. He bitched some more… it quickly escalated into a heated arg...ment in which dishes were broke and yelling and screaming were inevitable. Our anger was fueled my sexual frustration and the petty things we were bitching about. As he was yelling at me about toothpaste or something, I started to get fed up, no longer paying the little attention I was at first, I couldn’t help but notice the same fire and passion I. Jon, we have to attend the funeral before we leave, and I think Carver will agree with me that we can wait for a few more days before he makes an honest woman out of me. The big question now is, what are you and Kat going to do? Jon, I know I'm sounding bossy again, but if you let her slip through your fingers, it will be the biggest mistake of your life. She loves you as much as I love Carver."When she finished, she got up and filled our cups again. I looked at Kat and her eyes were moist, and. "Well lead the way, stranger." I smiled at him. I pulled over into an empty lot near the truck stop parking area. Making sure there were no prying eyes watching me, I followed him over to his truck and he opened the door to help me in, as any gentleman would, cupping my ass as he helped me up into the cab. He wasted no time dropping his jeans and I was on him like rabid whore choking down as much of his cock as I could muster. Calling him 'hung' was an understatement. This fucker was a walking. Dinner reservations were for 8:00 at one of the nicer places in town, so nice that I even decided to wear a tie. When she walked into the living room at 7:30, I almost fell off the sofa. Her hair swept up on one side and fell over the opposite shoulder. Her makeup was dark and dramatic, perfectly accentuating those luminous green eyes. She was wearing a black evening dress that was unlike anything I had ever seen on her (why was I still surprised by this?) It was ultra feminine without being.