Vicky loved her Man and Wore her Moccasins.

Now I don’t know if it was the fact that Vicky missed me or that I was a spending weekday alone on the beach with all those babes. But I remember one Friday that I had finish up early. I was on the road and heading home by 1 PM. I arrived just after Vicky was getting home form work. I no sooner walk in the door, went she laid the hottest and wettest kiss on me that I had in a long time. She then told me that she was going to take a quick shower and that she would be right out. The hot kiss cot me off guard. But I didn’t think much of it. About 20 minutes later Vicky walks out of the bedroom. Vicky stood 5 feet 10 inches tall and weight about 115 lbs. She was a small-breasted woman. But her long blonde hair, blue eye’s and hourglass figurer made up for it. My eye’s just about popped out of my head went I looked at her. She was wearing a white peasant blouse, brown leather mine skirt, tan nylon’s and pair of brown Minnetonka knee high soft sole moccasins boots. She smiled at my reaction. But I knew that with the kids in the house. She was not about to slide in to the bedroom for a little afternoon delight. What was she up to? She smiled at me again and said. You look like you could use a cup of coffee. Let’s go for a ride to D.D. I thought to myself. Coffee hell, I want to see if you have panties under that leather skirt. I want to grab those soft sole moccasin boots and bury my face in them. I looked back and said, it’s sounded good to me.
. She then told the kids, that we were going out for a while and we headed to the car. I no sooner back the car out of the driveway. Went Vicky locked her door. She then reached down and started to brush away the dirt form the sole’s of her moccasins boot. Placing her back against the door, she planted those soft sole moccasins boots in my lap. A tent formed in my pants as my cock stiffing. She looked at me and said, I’m sure you know a quit place we can go. Living in the country, that was not a problem. I put one hand on the soft sole moccasin and kept one on the wheel. From way I sat. I could now see that she was not wearing panties. My cock got harder as I drove and stoke the soft sole moccasins boots. I knew a spot all right. An old logging road about 10 miles off the main highway. It was the longest drive of my life. I could feel my heart beat as my hard on press against my pants. With one hand on the wheel. I would run my other hand along her nylon glade thigh down along the moccasins boot to the soft sole of her foot. Vicky didn’t help ether. She had unbutton her blouse and started to play with her bear breasts. She had left the bra at home as well. From time to time she would twist her foot. Try to wiggle her soft sole moccasins between my legs.