Without saying anything, she allowed me to continue. Her reservations were for now being kept to herself. Trying to explain myself better, I told her ...that menial or belittling tasks were not my intention. I then described my whole proposal, as best I could. Even though I had rehearsed this for months, no explanation had ever made me more nervous.I started by telling her that my love for her was as strong as ever, it just needed some new life to rekindle what we once had. By her nods, she agreed. ." She said that?" Yes," Alan and I answered simultaneously.I continued. "She said it's like having computing power in the car's engine compartment to handle the automotive functions, and a separate intelligent device in the driver's seat." Hah!" he said. "She is getting where we have been. Has she read..." We have no idea WHAT she's read, Mister Prakesh. She's perfectly capable of taking the germ of an idea and going off on her own path."That's why this morning Beck and I have made sure that. "I'm helpless in situating her pussy on my face. I stick out my tongue and she wiggles around until it hits her spot. Feeling her upper body stretching down my torso in our favorite sixty-nine position, I wish I could see her, but her plump, white ass cheeks blindfold me. As my tongue ignites her clit, she mashes down harder, hampering my breathing. Having my hands restrained adds another level of thrill to our lovemaking. Somehow knowing she could smother me if she wishes, and I would be. When the final car left and he had the house to himself, he pulled his father’s truck out of the garage and took a drive around the farm. His father did this each night as a way to get a feel for how the farm breathed. He had long believed that this land was like a living creature, and if you listened just right, she’d tell you a lot. So it was only right that he continue that tradition. Harold had been doing it since they died, but he had gone back to town tonight. The Ford was in pretty good.