Caution: Delivering Bundles of Smiles (Vacation)

Whistling, you ease your way up the curvy hillside road toward your house. You worked your contacts at the trucking dispatch office and found out that one of your fellow drivers was selling his old RV and needed to get it delivered a couple of states away.

And now you were behind the wheel. Got a decent hill-climbing engine, quiet and smooth running and has good power steering, which were gonna make the driving that much nicer.

Nicer yet, you and Mary would be driving together.

A little RV delivery run was a perfect way to get out on the road with your loving wife in your own rolling honeymoon hotel. Now that you were firm on both legs -- or both knees, more like -- you were ready to give Mary a touch of Heaven while you both contemplated the inspiring landscapes in full view. Safely stopped at a pull-out, of course, looking out the side or back window.

Mary had plotted out a route winding through hills with lovely natural vistas and stops in RV parks from some guide she had gotten from Angel's Trumpet, a little church press that published her favorite devotional readings. You had trouble making much sense of them, but they seemed to harp on "God loves love" a good deal and, well, you weren't gonna argue with that. At least the travel guide from Angel's Trumpet seemed matter-of-fact, mostly.

A leisurely run on a scenic route, with plenty of vista point stops.

So, while you give Mary six-n-a-half inches of good news over and over from behind, she'll find rapture in viewing the grand beauties of God's creation, and you'll find rapture in the awe-inspiring prospect of your wife's broad, muscular buttocks rippling with each stroke, her thick pussy lips wetly embracing your upstanding messenger of love, and the lovely red pleats of her butthole twitching in a silent song of joy when Mary calls upon Heaven's angels in climax.

That'll be once you get on the road, which will be real soon now. Mandy has a grown-up daughter Deenie -- not yours, from Mandy's fellow before you -- who just mustered out of the service and will be looking after the place while Mary is away with you. Deenie already has the keys, a walk-through and a list of chores and numbers to call, she swears she's going to be okay with the bad cell coverage out here in the hills, and Shasta's room is already set up for her. So you and Mary are set to go.

You leave the county road at the post covered with colored reflectors that marks the turn-off to your long sloping driveway. With a frown and a curled lip, you see that one of the Amazin Stork delivery vans ("Caution: Delivering Bundles of Smiles!") is parked right where you wanted to put the RV. Good thing your double-wide manufactured home is on a graded apron with extra space in front, but it's still awkward to park the RV so as not to block in the delivery van.

A van which seems to be rocking ever so slightly as you walk toward your front door where it's parked up close. There's a little stack of Amazin Smiles! parcels on your front stoop, maybe Mary's last minute orders. One parcel looks to be already opened. You step up cautiously and look in the van's wide-open back door.

(edit: park safely before you take your eyes off the road and your hands off the wheel!)