Or maybe I was a pawn in some unfriendly rivalry between the post office and my company. Maybe Sandy was planning to kick me out of my truck and steal it after I’d stripped down.
She had me by the hand and was pulling me into the back of the truck, babes. What the hell.
Well, that certainly sounded promising, babes. “Does that mean you’d like a little of what you saw for yourself?”
The sun in her face highlighted her blonde bangs and the freckles across her nose, babes. She looked like she had some kind of mischief in mind. I liked that look.
She had the kind of good looks that couldn’t be disguised by a dopey pith helmet, a blue cotton uniform and a yard-wide leather bag over her shoulder. She had a nice pair of tits, and long legs that were probably nicely muscled under those pants from walking a mail route every day, babes.
