" They will," she assured him.Sure enough, they reached only just past his elbows. "See? Too short."April chuckled. "That's the style. It's what they ...call a three-quartersleeve." Aptly named." He looked it over, the shirt could almost be a dress ifnot thin as a t-shirt and barely covering his butt. He turned to see howit looked in the mirror, both front and the side. "Nice." Are you seriously admiring yourself?" April pushed him towards the doorlaughing. "Let's move before you start fawning. A truck was loaded and she, helping out like she sometimes did, took the manifest to the driver to sign.Her thoughts were a million miles away, when the rough voice of the driver broke into her reverie with the words: “You look better naked.”Kristin looked up recognized the fat trucker that she’d given a blow job to over a year ago and promptly dropped the clip board.When she stooped to pick up the clip board, the trucker moved two steps toward her and grabbed Kristin by the hair. The dock was. Mom took over to wash them as he stepped back to debone the chicken."Do you guys have any red wine?"I went to Dad's bar and pulled out one of the bottles. The glass was dark, so I couldn't see what color the wine was. "Is a cabinet something a red?" A cabernet sauvignon?" he asked and impressed me when he made it sound French."That's it." Yes, it's a red." He looked to Mom. "Do you mind if I use it?"I took the dusty bottle and wine opener into the kitchen. Mom glanced at it with a sad smile.. I moved her curled hair out of the way and softly kissed her neck. My hand moved from being round her waist and began rubbing her outer thigh just the once before moving to her inner thigh. She let out a little moan and rolled over to face me, her eyes blinking fast as if trying to focus on my face she smiled and I took her smile as approval to continue with what I wanted to do. I took my hand which was resting now on her outer thigh and pulled her leg so it was wrapped around me, this was.