Her eyes had remained downcast their entire walk, the way she fidgeted with her fingernails, even just how she carried herself told him that she might...be perfect for the idea he had hatched in his head, it was just up to him to sell it to her.The two approached his car, during the walk he had activated the remote start to have it cooled down by the time they arrived. Walking around to the passenger side, touching the door it unlocked and he opened it for her. This simple action again made a bit. ." Bring it here then," the young woman sighed.The old man edged closer and sighed in contentment as the young shopkeeper reached into his trousers and closed her fingers round the gnarled old branch of his cock. She pulled it clear and began pumping it with strong confident strokes that left the old man gasping in desire. He was clearly enjoying her ministrations and in her way she was glad to perform them. He was after all family, and a widower too. He should not be reduced to reading porn. He did, playing it safe, "Good evening. I trust you are well. Is there anything we should do before driving to Trenton?" Thank you, but no. Also, thank you for asking me. It has been some time since I have had a purely social outing." Some time, hah. Never before, but I could not tell him that.He changed the subject, "Of course. Please get comfortable, we have a long drive ahead. I took the liberty of bringing a light nosh. Since it will be about three hours til we can dine, perhaps some cheese. I lost no time in removing my bra and pulling down my mini skirt. As I lay in the bathtub, fingering my cunt, I was thinking about a handsome teenager, my son Andy. Later at night, I told Greg how I had gone about teasing Andy earlier in the evening." Do you think I succeeded in making Andy masturbate," I asked Greg. "Well, I think so...What else would a boy of his age do when he gets it hard," was his reply. But I had my doubts. "I wanna be absolutely sure that Andy has masturbated fantasizing.