Perhaps I got better. I wouldn’t know.And one lazy Sunday morning, she asked me if I loved her.I said, yes. (Of course, I did).She: If you love me y...u will have to show it, prove it to me.Me: Ok, but how?She: I won’t reveal the details today but make me a promise that if you love me, you will do everything that I ask you to.Me: I promise.I mindlessly muttered that even without knowing what the ask would be.While in the office, she texted me, “When you reach home, there will be a blindfold on. I thought of just driving past his house, but he was standing at the curb. ”Good morning, Mrs. Williams,” he said as he sat in my passenger seat.”Morning, Bobby,” I replied. I was still picturing him in my mind, all young and strong and hard. ”Did you get some studying done?”His smile was from ear to ear and his eyes were glued to my face. ”I couldn't believe I saw you on Ogleme last night.”I acted confused, ”What are you talking about, Bobby?” I asked.”You know what I'm talking about, Mrs.. "That's something to think about, for sure. It would have to be better than the bank." You won't know until you try. Check the want ads. Check around at the stores in the village. You never know, one of them might be on the lookout for someone with your skills."She smiled at me. "Thanks, Lee. Those are good ideas. I'm going to try your suggestions." Good for you. And good luck."Belle was rising to go back to the bank, her break time having expired."Thanks again, Lee. I feel a lot better talking. She was breathing on to my face. I rearranged her hair such that I could see her face clearly. I bent down to kiss her erect nipple. I gave a small bite on her nipple for which she responded with a ssssshhhhhhhhh sound. I looked up to her eyes to see it still closed. She was enjoying it thoroughly. I took my right hand and moved it over her bush. I separated the bush to make the way the pussy. I separated the pussy lips and slowly slid in my middle finger into her pussy. She had her hands on my.