"This," she said. Looking at her brother and biting her lower lip, she slowly crossed her legs. In doing so, she lifted her right leg several inches h...gher than necessary as she crossed it over the left. The effect was to give a brief but clear view up her skirt. Because the skirt was so short, there was enough light to illuminate the crotch of her white cotton panties. With her legs crossed, you could no longer see her panties, but shapely thighs were visible, far up the tight denim. " Positive," she stated. "I told you, we're dog people. Mom and Dad have an Airedale that is very friendly. Travis will be fine with her." Yeah, well Mom always wants to know if I'm bringing Travis with me. I wouldn't call her a dog person, but she seems to be fine with the old boy." Hah! It's a case of love me, love my dog," she chirped."Pretty much," I agreed."Mom, I'd like you to meet my fiancée, Charlotte Pierce. Charlotte, this is my mother, Margaret Hunter." Oh my goodness, Charlotte, I'm. And I didn’t know if I was going to make the trip or not. Besides, you meet all sorts of people hitching.”“Yes, that was my point. There are some people that you don’t want to hop into a car with...”“Oh, you don’t seem that bad.” She actually poked her tongue out at me. “Although, the last guy wasn’t so good.”“What happened?” I asked, genuinely concerned.“Oh, he was a farmer...big guy, talked about pigs a little too much, but smelt good. Guess he’d showered since he’d been in the pig pens. He. I held the base of his cock with my left hand, wrapped the fingers of my right hand around his thick staff, and began slowly stroking Dale’s engorged penis.Dale moaned softly as I continued sliding my hand up and down his stiff rod, but appeared to remain sleeping. Given how drunk he had been the previous night, I wasn’t surprised….but I knew it wouldn’t last. After about ten more strokes, Dale began rocking his hips into each downward stroke of my hand and slowly opened his eyelids as he.