When Heather woke up, her clean clothes, which she had gotten fucked on top of, were stuck to her. The drying Pussy juice and dog cum all over them ha... acted like cheap glue. Heather groaned and loaded all the clothes back into the washer, started it, and went back inside her apartment. On wobbly legs, Heather closed her sliding glass door. There was no sign of stray. He needs a name Heather thought as she walked toward her bathroom on wobbly legs. There was a knock on her front door, Heather. Your fingers are at the edge of my panties, you have to be able to hear my heart pounding now… the curve of my thigh is so sensitive, and you seem to enjoy the soft line between my cheeks and leg as much as I enjoy your attention there. I reciprocate with an exploration of your chest, breaking our kiss to look in the eyes as my hand slides across you, smiling as I let my hand slip lower and brush over your beltline… how excited are you? Oh my…. The pulsing hardness my fingers encounter answer. ”“Good for you. Now, commercial ticket. I assume from Wally’s whining that you’re more than ready.”“Yessir. More than ready. And I have a path forward. Next on the agenda is my instrument rating. Then I’m thinking CFI-I (Certified Flight Instructor with Instrument flight endorsement) And a multi-engine instructor rating.”“Good lord, girl,” he blurted. “Don’t you have a PhD?”“I do,” I smiled. “But it’s in physics, and much of it is theoretical. This gives me something in the real world.”“Why’d. As always I agreed and before I knew it we were walking through a poppy field 3 miles from home. The sun was shining, there were no sounds other than the birds singing and our young innocent laughs. "Did you know poppies are red because they're angry?!" Joseph joked. "You're so stupid!" I laughed and I pushed him sideways. He pushed me back, we were laughing so hard shoving each other. I shoved him so hard he fell to the floor and lay there giggling. Before I knew it he had pulled me down with.