I ride the strap on and if I choose not to come on it, I will allow you to satisfy me orally. If I do ride it to orgasm, I will allow you to tongue me...as you wish afterwards.” I was a bit puzzled, but she seemed confident that I would agree because she began to undress. I quickly followed suit and when we were both naked I asked for clarification. “Am I supposed to wear the strap on somehow?” “Yes, here; I’ll show you,” she said. She slipped the straps around my head, placing the base of the. "Why?" she asked in a puzzled voice. "I just fucked you, your friends and your dog. Why in the hell would you want to get to know me? I mean I can understand that you want to have me available to fuck in the future, but why would you want more than that? Unless ... you figure you can whore me out and make some money off of me." Oh God no! The thought never crossed my mind."Then why?"I'm not sure I can explain it, because I'm not sure why myself. But something inside me doesn't want you to leave. “I really just want to see you climb out of this car in that lovely dress. Gill, you really are a feast on the eye.”She got out quite demurely, a smile of pure pleasure on her face.“I hope you still think so when I’m out of this dress, I’m all stretch marks, middle-age spread and sag under this gorgeous satin and silk creation.”He pulled her into his arms and they kissed again.“You will always be beautiful to me, Gill, always. Whatever happens between us, nothing will ever take away my feeling. ’ The joy on her face was worth a thousand words. We continued our walk, holding hands, and she was giddy with excitement. ‘So where’ll we go? What’ll we do?’ she asked. ‘Where would you LIKE to go?’ ‘Some place where it stays warm. Where it’s not cold.’ she responded without hesitation. Our walk continued, heading back to the cabin. I produced the tin box and we spent the evening counting it. The total was a little higher than I’d estimated. The final total was $91,320, a nice tidy sum. Now.