As the stimulation brought another shiver from him, he was amazed to feel her fingers plucking at his zipper. The sound of the zipper was clearly audi...ble in the quiet that had descended in the car, as was his gasp as her warm fingers daintily slipped in through his fly and into his boxers as she gently stroked his cock with the tips of her sharp nails.Softly, she grasped his erect cock, bringing it into full view. Her fingers tightened a bit, then began to pump him with a slow, tantalising. A little tight.”Mrs. Thorn smirked. “I’ll bet.”She leaned against the fender of the GTO and looked in at the engine. Her large breasts rested on her folded arms, bulging from the halter top like they might burst out.“This is a nice car, Ethan,” she said.“It was my grandfather’s.”“Looks like it belongs to you.”Ethan just nodded and stared at her out of the corner of his eye. One of her long legs kicked up and her backside moved side to side. Mrs. Thorn was not like the girls he knew. Her chest. Her whole body was choice. She sat on the couch and I took my easy chair nearby. She put her ankles together and tilted her legs, just like the lady she was. I smiled. "Tell me how the writing is going, Peter. Have you finished the novel yet?" "Oh no. But I'm getting there. I expect it'll be finished in a few weeks, easily. How's Edgar? Is he still out of town?" "Yes. He must be gone about three weeks in the month. It's getting rather tiresome. But we've talked about this, haven't we? It won't. It was mid July and she had no job so took her time on the trip. When she was in Albuquerque on Interstate 40 she remembered how beautiful the Colorado Rocky Mountains were. Her family owned a small acreage in the mountains west of Colorado Springs that had been in the family for five generations. Rumor had it that the first owner found gold "somewhar in them thar hills" but that was never proven. He and his partner filed on two adjacent sections of land as homesteaders and proved up on it so.