It is shaved smooth and already a little wet. I must have interrupted a good dream. I jump on the bed and straddle her legs. Push up her tank top to h...r shoulders and run the knife blade down her spine to the top of her ass. “Are you going to struggle?” I ask. I look at her beautiful young face as tears start swelling in her blue eyes. She shakes her head no and turns away from me. I put the knife next to me on the bed and start massaging her ass with both hands.I remove my gloves and slide two. Johnny gives the throttle a few yanks. His legs squeeze tight against the seat, and he starts to giggle himself, grinning from ear to ear now. “Honey we really need to get going—it will be dinner time soon”.“Ya—come on Johnny—you had your fun”. Johnny hops off the bike hanging his head. Short lived fantasy for sure. Dustin couldn't stand it. “Matthew—maybe we could invite Johnny to come with us !”“Oh thank you bois—that's real generous—but I don't think we could drop our son at a truck stop. But Bryan followed Leah out of the bar. She grabbed him by his hand and pulled him to her truck where she told him to get in. She turned the keys and the radio blasted with some old Hank. Leah took Bryan on a tour of the towns back roads. They hit some cornfields, and took advantage of the mud in the fields. Leah always got wet in her panties when she took her truck through the fields, but having a hot new cowboy next to her was only adding to the moisture building in her pussy. At one point,. The front bedrooms however had huge dormer windows with awesome window seats and a view towards campus. The back bedroom had smaller windows, even though it had more of them, and no window seats. Somehow it had been decided that Greta and I would have the back bedroom. There was also a small sitting room behind the stairway that enjoyed the view from the other front window, and there was a small sofa, two overstuffed chairs and a coffee table and radio.The living room and kitchen downstairs.