I’d seen the ring on her finger as she approached us sitting by the fire.“Well, it could have. It’s not really mine. I just borrowed it to get t...he conversation going.” She took the ring off and handed it to Josh, who put it in his pocket. “He has to ask my father’s permission before he can ask me to marry him,” she said.“And what makes you think I’d give this scalawag permission to marry my daughter?” I laughed. “I’ll have to think about it for a couple of years.” Marriage. They were planning. I think they wanted to eat it. I know the State Police were here looking for them for a while. I don't know what for."Ron pulled the wanted posters out of his jacket and handed them to John."Nasty fellows, huh," he grunted. He handed the papers back to Ron."Oh, I forgot to ask you," John said, "You folks make out ok by yourselves?"Ron and Brenda both grinned and John started to grin too. He got up and untied his horse and took it to the barn. John fed the horse and cleaned out the stall. Ron. So I arrive at this rather impressive four bed detached house with a nice new Merc on the driveway (so got plenty of money). Rang the bell and a very attractive woman answered the door. Mrs Brooking was at a guess about mid to late fifties and looked gorgeous. I went in and had the obligatory cup of tea and made polite conversation. She explained what she wanted quotes for (very minor works). I said I could price and do the work but Mr Brooking could probably do it himself. Mrs Brooking said. Little did I realize that it was something that would change my Life. I took my shower and then dried off and once again I brought the Panties up to my nose to smell them again. I'm really not sure if it was entirely the smell or if it may have been the way they felt in my hands, all I knew was it felt good. I went into the bedroom and crawled into bed and the thought of the Panties kept going thru my mind. That was the first time that I can remember reaching down and touching my cock. I think.