One morning a gal came in and introduced herself as a new driver taking over one of the delivery routes. I introduced myself and told her what my job ...was and gave her my cell in case she had questions or problems. This gal was in her early 50s at the time I was in my mid twenties. She wasn't fat but chubby, bleach blonde hair, blue eyes, big tits(40ddd) a nice plump ass that pushed tight against her slacks. Full lips and mouth that the first time I seen it knew would feel great wrapped. Marcie had the woman now over her lap and was reallywhapping Jennifer big round butt. Jennifer wassquirming wildly in her daughter lap and Sandra couldsee the red imprints of her daughter palm all over thewoman butt. Finally, the woman quit squirming acceptingher fate as Sandra watched in lust as the woman assbucked up and down with each swat.Marcie pushed the woman off her lap as Jennifer wassquirming on the ground in pain. Standing up, Marcieproceeded to the house and grabbing the hose. As I worked to get him ready, I thought back to our previous ride and the conversation we’d had. Something hit me, out of the blue. I was twelve years older than Samantha, but she was only eleven years older than Jesse! Maybe the age gap was simply too wide for this to work. Though I didn’t think it was the absolute difference that was at issue, it was maturity.What I had was a girl who was probably 30 in terms of business sense, 17 in age, and perhaps 13 in maturity. She obviously understood. ‘I do.’ Scarlet’s voice interrupted his thought process. Were they done already? When had he said his vows? ‘You may kiss your bride, my lord.’ The priest stepped back. Donovan heard Scarlet’s indrawn breath. He hadn’t thought of the kissing part. He had hardly even touched her yet. The thought of his lips on hers…then again, why was he stressing about this? She was his wife. He pulled her closer, growling subvocally when she tried to resist. ‘Do not fight me, Annabelle.’ The priest looked.