TRP - "Aw Fuckin-A"! / 'The Hots'

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The Alan Parsons Project : Voyager : playz....  We made a stop at Kitzingen's Female BEQ and had the CQ Runner escort Dana & Pearly up to Peg's room to fetch a load of needs & wants before rolling the VAB-SAN on down to the River Main for a slow,Scenic Cruise along the Rushes. I hoisted Peg up to sit on the open roof hatch so she could join us pitching bread at this year's crop of Goslings en-route to Zum Anker's Boat Ramp. While working on the Flight-Line she'd seen the VAB parked alongside my HQ many times,but Peg had no clue that we used our,"..Funky..",Leopard-spotted Armored Car for Amphibious Commutes. She enjoyed the ride outside under clear Blue skies,so we kept a close eye on her during the short Road-Trip up the Cut to the Reservation. Peg had heard Pilots talking about our 'Instant Village',which she considered far too Cute to be Housing guys. The Cabins & Cottages of Woofhausen were undeniably Cute,but Peg was clearly blown away during her tour inside the Walls of the old Farmstead,where our finest Amenities were concentrated and controlled by the girls..Some of whom were currently busy cropping the Sativa Patch before it Bloomed and Cross-Pollinated with our Primo-Grade Purple-haired Indica. "Aw Fuckin-A"!,Peg cheered,"That Doc won't let me drink but if I can Smoke I can damn-sure Toke!..So how do y'all Pass the Piss-Tests"? // Trailing about an hour behind Peg,"That Doc"-aka-Major Deborah Lassiter rolled up to the Reservation behind the wheel of a Silver '72 Porsche911 trimmed Nose-to-Whale Tail with Black Racing Stripes. She stepped out sporting large,Pink-framed 'Elton John' shades,a flouncy Pink Halter Dress with the neckline plunging a few inches South of the Acre of heaving cleavage she put on display,and Pink Platform-style Flip-Flops slapped the soles of her feet. "What's up Doc"?,I ventured glibly during my approach. "You probably don't remember me but.." "Yes I do. You did a fine job stitching-up my hand at Ft.McClelland". "So you do"!,she returned cheerfully,"Hope you don't mind me saying this but,anyway,here it goes; Rumor has it you've got 'The Hots' for Pregnant Women"? "Rumor has gotten That right". She leaned-into the space where I left it hanging,"I'd love to entertain your 'Hots' for the next Seven Months". "OK,Deb. I'll sign you up for Eight Months of my Patent-Pending Individually-Tailored Aloe Massage Therapy". "whooh"?,the Buxom Brunette more-or-less failed to stifle a body-wide shudder,"And here I am talking 'bout entertaining You"!..... (Currently Listening To : The Cars : Shake It Up)       
Topics: Incredastory, Mature