I headed to town with my pickup full of milk cans. Before I left, Bert asked if he could ride along to direct me to the dairy. I knew he would be fun ...company.The Kitchen wanted a ten gallon can of milk and said they would skim the cream. I was able to sell a couple of more cans at the market and pick up some clean empties before heading to Mount Sterling.The dairy there tested the milk for temperature, cleanliness, and butterfat, before buying all I had. They told me that if what I brought was. It was as if she was imaging fucking somebody else. She always looked a little disappointed when we were finished.It was fall in the East when we took a vacation to Southern California. I'd never been there before and after a long flight we were in our room at a real nice resort near San Diego. Mary had brought her skimpiest clothing. She said that she didn't plan to wear underwear the whole time, that she was going to have a fun week.We spent the first day exploring the resort. Mary was really. The day Sandy found out Richard was leaving to take a new position at a more prestigious firm, she cried for weeks. Sandy felt they belonged together, and Richard’s leaving meant it would never happen. Ironically, Richard’s last day was February 14th, Valentine’s Day, and when they parted, Richard promised he would see her again someday, that their friendship was something he cherished, and he would never forget her. That night, Sandy went home and drank herself to sleep, not one of her. "Anytime you want, Sandy," was my predictable answer. She winked and turned around to begin walking to her house. Watching her walk away in the dim moonlight, those long, smooth, perfectly tapered legs that formed one of the most incredible asses I've ever enjoyed, made me wish the night was just beginning.After enjoying one of the most unique and enjoyable Friday nights I had experienced for quite a while, I went in the house, showered, and slept for a few hours. Getting out of bed around.
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