The truck, a baby blue, F 150 Ford, Ranger was our daily wagon across Texas’s vast miles to deliver various things. But we were together 24/7 for th... most part. He started to fill out and his ‘Runt puppy’ look soon disappeared. He was definitely a fine tribute to the Black Lab breed. Big soft brown eyes and a plastered smile or pant, its hard to tell them apart. His soft coat and wagging tail was a ‘Pet me’ magnet for any one who got close enough to the truck to see that he was gentle and had. I sat with my mate in the kitchen and I couldn't take my eyes off Bernie when she came in to join us for a drink. I thought I was seeing things when she sat down on a chair at the kitchen table, she had crossed her legs and I was double sure that I saw a flash of ginger bush through the gusset of her tan tights. I didn't want to be obvious and stare for too long but every time she made even the slightest of moves my eyes shot to the gap between her legs in the hope of catching another glimpse,. She leaned in with her tits dangling down brushing against my inner thighs; so supple and sexy she looked when sweeping her tongue across my hard and pebbled points. Her hair was falling slightly in her face and I wanted so badly to run my fingers through her tresses.It felt so fuckin’ good to have her sucking, licking and biting my breasts and stiff nipples. My chest was heaving as my breath was rapid. Thoughts of her touching my cunt to give me a mind-blowing orgasm crammed my mind and left. They kissed very romantically, for a long time, in Laura's kitchen. The fatal kitchen, she thought, where she had kissed others, and where she had even fucked one or two lovely girls, against the refrigerator.Damon grew bolder, unfastening the buttons on Laura's silk blouse with his fingers as he kissed her smooth, creamy neck, then the flat smooth skin of her upper chest as he pulled her blouse open. Laura usually wore very sexy underwear since she had a lot of it, and she never knew what.