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showed her appreciation.
    So far so good. Not
at all like Greg.   
    ****
    Brock couldn’t believe he was enjoying himself. He
hated shopping with a passion, but with Sammy it was different. She didn’t take
twenty minutes to decide if she liked a shirt or half an hour trying on
clothes. She didn’t complain that they didn’t have something in her size or she
thought she looked too big, or one of her assets was too small for the clothes
to look right. Sammy laughed and smiled and didn’t go into every single shop.
She knew what she wanted and what she liked.
    Brock stood with Slater by the changing room doors
talking about teaching Sammy to drive. He had a new Commodore that would be
perfect for her to learn in. It wasn’t like his big SUV or his and Slater’s
sports cars. Also while they’d waited at the last shop he’d called his
insurance company and put Sammy on his car insurance, and they’d advised him that the cheapest car in his collection for her to drive
was his Commodore. So he and Slater had decided that would be her car.
    “If Sammy is okay I’ll give her her first driving lesson tomorrow. I have to put in overtime, and it would be good
if my bear and I got our fix of her…” Brock trailed off as he saw Sammy.  
    Sammy came out of the changing rooms in a little
black dress that hugged every one of her generous curves. Brock nearly came in
his pants as Sammy smiled at them and turned. “Can one of you do the last of
the zipper up at the back?” She gathered her thick brown hair and moved it to
the side.
    Brock glared at Slater as he stepped to Sammy and
took his time doing the back of her dress up. Brock wanted his hands lingering
on Sammy’s neck. He wanted to be closer to her, breathing in her fresh peaches
and honey scent, skimming his fingers over her smooth skin.
    Brock watched as Sammy closed her eyes, took a deep
breath, opened her eyes and stepped forward out of Slater’s reach. She then
waved the sales assistant over.
    “Do you have any black strappy shoes in a size
eight?”
    The saleswoman smiled at Sammy. “Yes. I know just
the shoes that would look great with this dress.”
    The woman zipped off and came back with two shoe
boxes giving them to Sammy. Sammy put them on a chair beside her and opened
one. Brock watched in agony as Sammy bent over and took her shoes off and
replaced them with black strappy heels.   With her arse in the air he could see the red lacy j-string hidden
between her two round globes. Images of him rubbing his cock between those two
arse checks, or holding them together as he slid his dick in and out of her had
him groaning and adjusting himself.  
    Fuck
this .
Brock didn’t care where they were. He forgot to take it slow and stalked
towards her. When Sammy stood up in the high shoes, they emphasized her shapely
legs, and he growled pulling her to him and devouring her.
    As she gasped his tongue found hers, and he sucked
on it, enjoying her peaches and honey taste. His bear clawed at him to claim
her, to taste more of her. To show Sammy that they were hers, and they wanted her more than they’d ever wanted anything in their life.
    “You’ll get us kicked out for indecent exposure if
you keep up.” Slater’s voice sounded rough, and Brock reluctantly pulled away
from a dazed Sammy, who looked so hot with her brown eyes ablaze with need.
Brock was ready to carry her out and speed home or to a quiet area and claim
what he wanted.
    Adjusting his pants Brock cleared his throat and
mumbled, “I’ll buy all this for you.”
    “Um, I … ah … I can buy this. I know it’s a winner
at least.” Sammy beamed up at him, and he knew he was a goner. His heart beat
faster, and he told himself he would do anything to see that look on her face
again.
    Holy
shit . What
the fuck was going on with him? Sammy was turning him into a pussy, and if he
wasn’t careful he would end up like his father, cousin, and brothers.
    Brock turned to see Slater’s fist clenched