The only thing I notice is the after I cum, the truck slows down and the road gets bumpy. I do not dare raise my head, since my hubby has not given me...permission so I lean back and spread my legs further apart. After about 10 minutes on the bumpy road he removes the vibrator, turns it off and places it in the middle console. “Stay where you are”, is all he says to me as he stops the car and gets out. I feel the warm air rush in as he opens the door and I look around to try to orient myself. As. And you…. You are warm, beautiful and most defiantly not old!!” she looked at me now with sorrow in her eyes her hand still holding mine dropped into the lap and her eyes glazed over as she began to speak “Yes that is my husband but we are not married because of love but because he wanted to…” she paused to search for the right word “collect me. He likes possessions and my father was his client and offered me to him as part of a deal. He does not like me working but it is the one thing I told. That way she wouldn’t have to listen to Danielle whine the whole way there. Well that didn’t take very long. My son and his wife were gone and I was taking Danielle’s suitcase up to one of the spare bedrooms. Actually to her father’s old bedroom.While the girls were fixing lunch for us I couldn’t help but wonder if my young admirer was going to stop by. I looked at Danielle and her hair was up in a beautiful bun. I love her long brown hair. I started to compare Danielle to my young admirer.. Color me smitten!She was looking at me, searching my face for sincerity—trying to see if I was just another one of those countless guys who had idly flirted with her over the years."I take it, you're not married." You take it right," I grinned."How about you?" Not for several years now," she said."Well, we're going to have to do something about that!" I laughed."Really?" she replied summoning up some of that coquettish charm she had misplaced somewhere along the way. Her sweet smile made her.