I started speaking to her again. Most of the time she looked sad because she missed her husband. I started giving her company. One day while speaking ...i asked her what she misses the most. She told her husband being next to her. I don’t know why but i asked her if she’s pregnant. She was shocked i asked that and told she didn’t do all that. I knew she would answer whatever i ask. I asked her she doesn’t like doing it? She told her husband is always busy and they didn’t do it much. I again asked. ”“Uh, I’m no naval architect, baby, but Dorable is NOT what I want to face a hurricane with.”“Here’s the deal, punkin. We’re way up in the river. The hurricane starts shedding windspeed as soon as it starts over land. We likely won’t see hurricane winds. Second, we’re at water level, below the treetops. That cuts the wind. We’re sheltered. That’s the way people did it for centuries.”I looked at my husband. Nothing suggested that he was some suicidal daredevil. “You sound confident.”“Our choices. "It was an effort to manage my erection, but after several minutes I was able to achieve success. I sniffed our combined aroma several times on my fingers before I rinsed my hands.She was on the phone when I came out and I caught only the last few words of the conversation, "... Yes, the twelve o'clock flight will be fine. Thank you." So, we leave at twelve?" I snuggled in beside her."Yes. I thought we might need more time to dress. Ten was a little too soon." She chuckled and put her body. 'I am older now' I wanted to shout. 'I am a biggirl!' My adult female mind tried to resist, but the hunger of my body, thesubmissive latency, beginning to give away more and more control of my mind,made me respond, and pull up my skirt, and show her my knickers. The materialslid easily over my bare thighs. I knew I was giving up control over my ownlife. I couldn't let her do this. I couldn't. My hands now held the back ofmy purple dress above my hips, my buttocks open to her gaze. I felt her.