They were closed tightly and I couldn't see in between them but I could make out a wee hard knob sort of thing at the top end of the split and there w...as a very fine scattering of fair coloured hair fanning out from the top of her split and disappearing up her tummy under the swimsuit."You can touch it if you want. Rub the wee lump at the top, I like that and it gets me excited. Be careful though, it's all still pretty new to me as well." Mary-Anne was not shy in letting me experiment and wanted. I wriggled my buttocks against his groin and he moaned under his breath. His hand descended to the hem of my skirt and, lifting it gently, sought out the waistband of my panties. As his hand rose I watched the mirror entranced as the curtain of my skirt was raised to slowly reveal my white g string beneath. Barry must have seen it too because his urgency suddenly increased. His cool fingers deftly found the top of my panties and even more deftly slipped inside. I felt and watched as his silk. He turns the bottom and it starts to vibrate. He reaches towards me and for some reason I don't stop him.He gently pulls my leg back up onto the dressing room seat. He reaches under my skirt and down my soaked panties, smirking. "Looks like you might want to grab an extra thong".Before I can say a witty remark he pushes the vibrator right onto my clit. My legs shake and I feel my breath stop. Oh god does it feel good!" How does this one feel?" He says to me, no longer mocking me, his tone. I only had a couple of hours more road time, but I was hungry. The construction project would have to get along without its rebar till I filled my belly.So "what" am I? I'm a fifty-eight year old retiree—make that ex-retiree—pushing a Kenworth down the road to the California-Oregon border, delivering rebar to AST Construction Ltd. Well, I had to do something. I really do hate soaps. I hate puttering around the garden. But, most of all I hate feeling useless.Even my wife of Twenty-eight years,.