When my wife drives my Big Truck

My wife sometimes takes the F250 (Triton V10, no sweeter sound) out to shop or run errands. She is about as good as it gets. 5'6", 120 lbs and an butt that's so fine you can tell it just from her face as you look up along that slab of iron. Her breasts aren't huge but very firm. Guys race to check her out but she's usually on the phone and not even looking. She usually looks straight ahead like so many hotties you see up in big SUVs. Only this is no SUV, it's a working truck. I once hauled some plywood in it last year, or maybe before that.

Anyway, my bride is so high in the big Ford that the econobox dweebs can only see her slim shoulder, neck and perfect hair, but they can tell that's the tip of the iceberg. She said last week at a Safeway some guy had followed her and sat in the lot just to check her out when she left the towering cab. He even had binocs she thinks! Coy as she is, she made the best of it and even bent down to pick up an imagined coin. She lost him after going into the store and by the time he got out she was back in the fortress preening and looking hotter than ever with a sheen of sweat from the muggy weather. You know that bronzed babe look. Look but don't touch, gentlemen.

I don't know which I love more, my wife or that truck. But if you ever see her, show her the respect that God's two finest creations deserve. She, like I, rides tall and proud in American iron, only she rides a bit finer.

Steve