I guessed we should have talked about it before we got engaged but that first week when she was at the ranch, she had me in such a sexual daze, I didn...t know which end was up... unless she told me.I got fed up with her flirtin' ways and finally stopped goin' out with her much. She didn't go as much either — maybe a couple times a month with her girlfriends. But it did seem that she would visit her friends more and more over time. There was always some good reason: a bridal shower, a quiltin'. "Master!" she exclaimed.Both scrambled to their feet. "We didn't expect you up so early," said Vonda.I waved off their concerns. "I got a call from Portland, Oregon. Chet is dead." Oh no!" exclaimed Vonda."He was hit by a drunk driver last night."Vonda hugged me.Pyx stood by, not knowing what to do.I turned to her. "Chet was my uncle. My only family member that wasn't a judgmental ass."Vonda nodded. "He visited us about once a year. A real nice guy."He ran a motorcycle dealership. He also. He was watching me for a reaction. I took his other hand and held it in my hand, looking up at him. Not weird, at all. Encouraged he slid his hands apart from mine and rested them on my hips. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. We continued tasting one another, his kisses positively enticing. His mouth was suddenly against my ear, I could feel his stubble against my cheek and his hands exploring my waist. I have a key for upstairs, if you want to hang out alone? I nodded. Running up the. Back in the kitchen Sam had managed to work the coffe maker and it was happily brewing."Wow, they are soaked," said Joe."I bet. That's what they get for never wearing enough clothes when we go out." Doesn't that bother you? I mean, don't you catch guys eyeing them?" Yes I do. Mostly older guys too. I talk to them but it does no good. They want to feel good about themselves and dressing sexy and getting looks gives them that." Wow. I don't know what I would do if I was in your shoes." I can tell.