She saw a car slowing down before it got to her. Then she recognized the station wagon. John was behind the wheel, and she saw he was alone when he pulled alongside her and stopped. She could only stare, her heart seeming to do a few flip-flops at the sight of him, but she knew she didn't want to go back to his home.
"Get in, Daisy."
"I'm not going back," Daisy said.
John smiled. "Who said anything about going back? I'm going with you! Look in back. I brought your clothes and most of mine."
Daisy saw three large suitcases. Her legs suddenly weak, she got in the station wagon when John leaned over and opened the door. As soon as she closed the door, he pulled out onto the highway.
"You could've said good-bye, honey."
Daisy looked at the side of John's handsome face. He looked so young. The simple term of endearment had caused butterflies in her stomach. "I hate good-byes," she said.
"I do, too. In fact, I can't stand the thought of telling you good-bye. I'm damned glad I found you."
"You must've really liked what we did last night."
John flashed her a smile. "You're a wonderful piece of ass, honey, but there's more to it than that. I've been mooning around like a young kid almost since the first time I saw you. Are you sorry I followed?"
"No," Daisy said, happier than she'd ever been in her life. "I'm glad."
John drove in silence for a few miles, his eyes straight ahead, then started talking. He said he'd really been upset when he'd gone to her room that morning and found her gone. He had understood why she'd left, but he'd looked an over for a message. He'd even had his sons looking for a note. He'd made up his mind to try and catch her, and his sons had approved.
He'd decided to leave the truck for the boys, and they'd gone by the bank with him while he'd drawn out some money and put some in a checking account in Mark's name. He knew his sons could get by without him since they knew just about as much about the dog-raising business as he did.
John finished by looking at Daisy and telling her he'd been needing an extended vacation for a long time. "I'd like to spend it with you, Daisy. Unless you think I'm too old for you."
"Oh, no! You aren't old! You proved that last night!"
"There's a motel just ahead," John said. "Would you like me to try and prove it again?"
"Oh, yes! I'd like that very much!"
Daisy remained in the station wagon, happy and excited, already hoping John could afford to take a long, long vacation. When he came out, he said he hoped she didn't mind that he'd registered as man and wife. She didn't say anything, suddenly wishing they actually were man and wife, then telling herself not to get any silly ideas. It was enough just to be with the man she loved.
In the cabin, they stared at each other for a few seconds, then went into each other's arms. Their kiss was tender at first, but it soon turned into one of passion. They pulled away from each other and quickly stripped themselves naked.
Daisy won what turned into a race. John joined her on the bed seconds later, his big cock thrusting stiffly. They French kissed, their hands exploring each other's feverish bodies, then John began tonguing and sucking Daisy's hard-nippled titties, each in turn.
As he trailed down lower, his tonguing making her squirm heatedly, she was glad he was just as uninhibited as she was. She knew he'd understand later when she told him she wanted to be cornholed. First, though, she wanted him to lap her cunt while she sucked him off, as they'd done the night before, then she wanted his big beautiful cock buried in her cunt when it shot its second load.
That was just the way it happened. Except after the thrilling sixty-nine, and while he was cuddling her, she said she wanted him to know she'd let a couple of his dogs fuck her, besides the German shepherd the rapists had let mount her.
John told her his sons had told about the dog at the rape scene, and he'd suspected there'd been other dog-fucking. He said he'd reminded her once before that he wasn't exactly an angel and would do so again.
"Maybe we can start out fresh and just forget everything in the past, Daisy. Would you like that?"
"I'd like it very much," Daisy said, deciding she wouldn't mention the sex she'd had with Mona and Ray Eaton and their dog, or that she knew John had sexed it up with the attractive couple. It wouldn't serve any useful purpose, and she didn't even want to think about anything that had happened in the past.
Daisy tongued and nibbled on John's nipples until those sensitive nubs were hard, then worked her way down and licked his balls. She then impaled herself on his jutting cock, bounced to and through a blissful orgasm, and let him roll her over on her side.
John fucked her through another thrilling, soul-shattering climax in that position, then got on top and fucked her until they peaked together. She kept her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him in place, and told him she loved him.
He kissed her lips tenderly and said he'd loved her even before they'd had sex. She said she guessed she'd loved him before he'd come to her room the night before, too.
"I know I was thinking about you all the time and I hadn't even seen your lovely cock!"
"I want you to marry me," John said seriously. "I don't want it to sound as if I'm trying to buy you, but I'm a wealthy man and I want to share my life and my money with you. We could live just about anywhere, honey, and…"
"I accept," Daisy cut in happily. "Hey, your cock's getting hard again! Who said you were old! Let's go wash first, though. Unless you'd like to do some cornholing!"
"That sounds like a winner," John said, grinning. "I've always wanted a young and beautiful totally uninhibited wife, and it looks as if I'm finally going to have one!"
"It does look that way," Daisy said, deciding there might be many problems when they did get married, but that sex sure as hell wouldn't be one of them!