.”“We’re okay.” I paused. Kissed her softly. “Aren’t we?” We were having a moment. It ended when her cellphone rang. Irish tune. Her mom....“Hello, Mom.” Pause. “No, this sort of overrides the honeymoon thing.” Pause. “Yes, he’s here with me.” Pause. She passed me her phone.“Hello, Bridgette,” I said.“Stoney, are you okay?” her voice had a quiver to it.“Yes, we’re both fine, really.”“You protected my daughter again, Stoney. You don’t have to keep doing that to show me you love her, you know.”“I’ll. “He hasn’t touched me, or made love to me in months, and I’m so horny. I was really hoping to get lucky tonight,” her eyes not leaving mine for a single moment as she spoke these words of desperation. I could feel my cock stirring in my pants, and decided I was going to see how far I could take this. I’m a man who always likes to help a woman out, when she is in need. “We can’t have that now, can we Jae?” I said, our eyes still locked in there hypnotic embrace with each other. “Are you. Also, as agreed, I wore my one-piece suit instead of the skimpy two-piece he had wanted. The one-piece was really pretty hot. It had showed my large breasts off to great advantage with a fuck ton of deep cleavage. I had turned many heads, a lot of middle-aged potbelly heads. No one had seen my face because their gazes were all below my neck. If they had been even decent looking, I would have loved it. However, as it was, it had been extremely creepy to see all those dad-age men literally. They like you as Donna you know."I realized that she was right, but that didn't make it any easier toaccept. We ate supper and then watched television until it was time togo to bed.As we lay side by side, I asked, "Can I make love to you dear? It'sbeen such a long time."She said, "Dear, you know that after Leon, I wouldn't feel you inthere. How about I tug on your nipples and you masturbate. Ruby told methat you liked that."I knew she was telling me the truth, but any orgasm was better.