I didn’t set the alarm clock, but I can always count on my bladder.  When I came out of the bathroom, Tammy was sitting up in bed the covers tucked neatly under her tits.  I stopped and sat on the edge of the bed.

“And to what do I owe this beautiful vision this morning?”  I was admiring her assets.

“I want coffee, but I’m feeling lazy,” she pushed the cover to uncover her tummy.

“Say no more, Hot Pants,”  I went to the kitchen and pressed the button on the coffee maker.

From the bedroom, Tammy called out, “And get rid of those damn boxers.”  Well, yes, ma’am. 

I took my boxers off and threw them into the bedroom.  Tammy whooped and hollered and clapped like crazy.  I have a feeling I’m going to be tired for my first day at work.

The coffee pot finished its job, and I poured our coffee.  When I got in the bedroom, Tammy had the covers under her tits again.  I stopped and just stared at her.

“Oh, okay.  You’re fussy before you have coffee,”  she pushed the covers down again, exposing her tummy.

She held our cups while I got into bed next to her.  She handed me a cup and we clinked our cups before our first sip.  Mmmm, I love the first two sips of freshly brewed hot coffee.  YUM! 

“Baby, what are you going to do today?  Usually, when you have a job, you check out your truck for supplies.  Do you know what type of job you have tomorrow?”  Tammy sipped her coffee.

“I’m not sure, and that is frustrating.  I don’t want to be caught short on the first day.  I think I’ll plan on an electrical job, but I will have my tin snips and HVAC equipment just in case,”  I sipped my coffee.

“I’ll make sure you have a good lunch and plenty of water.  You’ll have to lift the cooler into the truck as usual.  I’ve got a bag of ice in the freezer, so that should work for three days,”  Tammy was taking my lunch inventory for the week.

Tammy got out of bed and asked for my cup.  She walked to the doorway, I whistled at her.  She turned around, smiling.  “It’s a good feeling for a woman to think her man still whistles at her.”  She shook her butt and disappeared to the kitchen.

We finished our morning coffee, got up, and made the bed.  Tammy went to the bathroom, and I went to the kitchen to start the second pot.  I got out the ham and eggs for breakfast, Tammy was standing at the door with her hands on her hips.

“You are not allowed in the kitchen, Mr. Hank,” she said in a firm voice.

“I only do this because when you stand there with your hands on your hips, your tits stick out farther,”  I smiled.

Tammy approached me, her hands still on her hips.  “Someone is asking for some morning coochie I do believe,” she purred.

I picked her up and put her on the counter, then started to suck her tit.

“Put me down and don’t, oh God, don’t quit.  Hank, you make me crazy when you, oh Baby,”  Tammy purred.  I switched to her other tit, she pushed my head against her tit.

I picked her up again and laid her on the table.  I sat in the chair and draped her legs over my shoulders.  I started to kiss and lick her inner thighs, first on one side, then the other.  Tammy was breathing heavier.

She pushed my head down between her legs, I started to suck and lick her pussy lips.  I slid my tongue between her wet lips and darted it in and out of her pussy.  I reached for her tits and squeezed them, Tammy was moaning with pleasure.

Tammy was starting to pant, her orgasm was not far off.  When she arched her back and started to pant rapidly, I firmly held her tits.  Her pussy was so wet and I could feel her muscles trying to squeeze my tongue.  That’s when her first stream of cum squirted from her pussy.

I licked and sucked on her clit, Tammy was moaning and her head was shaking from side to side.  She held my face to her pussy as she covered me with stream after stream of cum.  After she had hit her peak, she tried to push me away, but I held on to her tits.

“God – no – Hank – please stop – please,”  Tammy begged.  I finally released her clit and tits.  “Damn, are you trying to kill me,” she panted.

I grabbed her legs and guided my cock toward her pulsing pussy.  I started to fill her pussy with cock, Tammy whimpered, “You are trying to kill – shit shove it in me – shit, it feels so good,”  she stammered.

I rocked back and forth sliding my cock deeper into her pussy with each thrust.  Tammy pulled her legs up, so now my balls were slapping against her ass.  Her tits bounced up and down with the rhythm of my pumping her. 

I was sweating and breathing hard.  My legs were getting weak from pumping her, and my balls were about to explode.  As soon as Tammy felt my cum splatter her pussy walls, she squirted another stream of cum soaking my pubic hair and my balls.

Tammy slammed her hips against each stroke so my cock went as deep as possible with each thrust.  I shot my last load of cum into her, and her last stream of cum dribbled from her pussy.  I stood there holding her soft legs my cock buried deep in her, and sweating.  I leaned my legs against the table for balance.

I pulled out of Tammy and offered my hands to help her up.  She took my hands got up and sat in the chair.  She looked up at me with a devilish grin.

“I was going to have ham, but I think I’ll have sausage instead,” Tammy began to lick and suck my cock to make certain there wasn’t a drop of cum left on my cock or balls.

I helped Tammy up sat on the chair and had her sit on my lap.  We kissed and fondled each other still enjoying the heat from our sex.  We would kiss, and I would reach around her and caress her ass cheek.

“I love how you still fondle me after we make love.  I hope I always satisfy you and it makes me feel like you never get enough of me,”  Tammy cooed and snuggled close to me.

“You are so right, Baby.  You do satisfy me every time and I can’t get enough of your beautiful body.  You are very sexy, I love your stuff,”  I kissed her again.

Tammy looked at the clock, it was after eleven.  She chuckled, “Do you want breakfast, brunch, or lunch?”  she giggled.

I was still holding her tit, she looked at me and her expression changed.

“You can’t want more coochie!”  she exclaimed.  “God, you do want more coochie.  Okay, breakfast first then pussy.  It’ll give her time to regroup,”  Tammy got off my lap to fry the ham.  I gave her cute ass a swat, she hiked her hip at me in response.

We discussed the upcoming job, and I told Tammy I should inventory the work van.  I don’t want to be on a job the first day and not have what I need.  She agreed.  So we finished our breakfast filled our thermos cups with coffee and went into the garage.

I opened the garage door for some circulation and turned on our large fan.  We opened the van doors to let cooler air flow through.  Tammy knows the van’s inventory as well as I.  We were checking the back of the van when we heard this little high pitched voice.

“Hell-o-ooo, knock, knock,”  came a little old lady voice.

Tammy and I looked at each other, then backed out of the van and turned to face the voice.

“Hello,” Tammy and I returned the greeting.

The little old lady stepped in the garage, “Are you, Mr. Johnston?  The Mr. Johnston Services gentleman?”

“Yes, Ma’am.  That’s me,”  I smiled at Tammy.

“Well, Mr. Johnston, I am Mrs. Grace Winslow from next door.  I would like to hire you.  I have an electrical problem I think you can repair.  You see, when my husband Franklin was alive, he fixed everything for me.  But, sometime he would use, you know, “those words”.  I asked him why he used them and he told me it helped him think.  There were several projects that must have required a lot of thinking, but anyway, I have this problem I hope you will help me with,”  she smiled sheepishly and held up a light bulb that was missing the base.

“Oh, I see,” I said trying not to laugh, “you were changing the bulb, correct?”

“Yes, and the darn thing broke.  Can you please help me?”  she frowned.

I looked at Tammy, her expression was so sweet and gentle.  I grabbed my “little home job” belt and two shoe covers.

“Show me your problem, Mrs. Winslow,”  I followed her next door.

At the front door, I put on my shoe covers, Mrs. Winslow giggled and said I didn’t have to do that.  She showed me the lamp in her “front room” missing a bulb.  I unplugged the lamp, got my needle-nose pliers to remove the base.  With that done, a new bulb then plug the lamp in.  I looked at Mrs. Winslow, she pushed the button and the lamp sprang to life.

“Oh, Mr. Johnston you are wonderful.  What do I owe you?  I don’t have a credit card so it will have to be cash,” she pulled a small purse from the apron pocket.

“You owe me nothing, it is my pleasure to help our neighbor,”  I smiled and turned to leave.

“Oh, thank you so much, you and your wife are very kind,”  Mrs. Winslow gently closed the door behind me.

I walked into my garage chuckling to myself.  Tammy was sitting on the rear bumper of the van waiting.

“How did it go, Hank?  Did you save Mrs. Winslow’s lamp?”  Tammy had a sweet loving expression.

“She’s good to go.  Mission accomplished,” I laughed to myself.

“You’re a good man, Hank.  Mrs. Winslow reminds me of my Grandma Betty.  A sweet old lady loved to have us over.  She would cook and bake and fuss in the kitchen all day.  When it was hot, she would put the sprinkler out in the backyard and let us play in it,  How about your grandma?”  Tammy was in full reminiscing mode.

“She would cook and bake.  Mostly to take it to Grandpa in prison.  It was either the bed or the shotgun.  The cops finally caught up with her after her third bank robbery if we got out of hand.,”  I told her.  Tammy slapped my arm.

“You are so full of shit, Hank.  She wasn’t like that at all.  Shame on you!”  She slapped my arm for laughing.

We went back to the inventory.  When Tammy called me to the side door, I was checking to make sure I had enough different wire gauges.  She was looking at the electric panels I had.  She asked me if I thought two panels for a two-hundred-amp service would be enough.  I know if I got in a bind, Tammy would be out the door heading for my supplier. 

“Hey Baby, have you thought about getting certified?  You know as much about this as I do,”  I was trying to encourage her.

“Hank, you are a wonderful husband and always complimenting me.  I know my man better than anything.  That’s MY expertise.  I married you to be your wife and lover, and that is the part I will always cherish.  I think I am certified for that,”  Tammy gave me a bear hug and a kiss. 

Tammy went into the house and came back with two frosty beers.  I put out our lawn chairs in the garage and we took time to enjoy the weather.  As we sipped our drinks and just chilled, our hands found each other.  We looked at each other and smiled.  Nothing was said, nothing had to be said.  The look in our eyes spoke volumes.

Departed Soul