Their goal had been a purely mechanical rebuild. Tim had experience with body work after having restored the cars after his divorce.They didn’t even...have the 1940 Ford truck to repair. They had been shocked at how mechanically simple it had been. They had pulled the engine in one afternoon. They dropped it off at the machine shop, and received a call two days later letting them know that it was done. They picked it up and brought it home. It took them a weekend to rebuild the transmission. The. Ugh. Mhmm." As I came, he did enter my pussy with his right pointer finger. My pussy squeezed his finger. He kissed my lips, than moved to my neck. He shoved his fingers in my mouth, allowing me to clean and taste my juices off. Once I cleaned his fingers, he laid beside me, simply holding me. I looked into his eyes, "I love you." I knew this would catch him off guard, it caught me by surprise. It seemed like it took forever before he spoke, "I love you." We just laid there, smiling and holding. ....a single bed no less, but it really added to the new “feel” the place exuded. I dumped my stuff on the bed and followed Aunt Sue out to the kitchen. She had prepared for a cuppa by boiling the kettle. I sat at the new glass top dining table and waited eagerly. Aunt Sue soon followed carrying a fresh cuppa for us both. We sat and chatted, catching up on what me and Mom had been up to. How’s school going, how is my stamp collecting going (she had some new stamps for me)...How is Mom liking. Smythe hadn’t seen them so relaxed in a while, even the grieving ones.“Is everything well, Henley?” A woman’s voice said from behind him.Turning, Smythe saw Elsa, one of the village women, and he smiled despite his worry. She was a pretty one, with long, sandy hair and big dark eyes. Her lips were full and ripe for kissing, and the shape of her grey cotton dress promised a well-rounded figure. A wonderful armful.“As well as can be, lass,” Smythe responded politely. Was she married? He couldn’t.