[This story begins where the last one left off.]

I went to bed that night and wondered what I had done. A woman more than half my age cares for me. She cooks for me, works for me, and makes love to me. 

The next day, right on time, Misty was in my kitchen cooking me breakfast.

I sipped my coffee and said, "Misty, we need to talk about our relationship."

She said, "Like what do you mean?"

I replied, "You have given me something that I never thought I would have again. A reason to keep this farm. To be a better person. You gave me my life back and a reason to believe. The other night when we made love was one of the best days of my life. I can never repay you for that, but I do not want you to think this is the end-all, be-all of your life. I guess what I am saying is please be whatever you want to be."

She sighed and replied, "You know, Roger, after working for you and trying to decide what I want to do with my life. I have given it a lot of thought, and I want to be a farmer. It's in my blood, and I love this life. So, if it's here or elsewhere, damn it, I will be a farmer."

I looked into her eyes and knew she meant what she said, and then I replied, "Misty, you are needed and welcome here for as long as you want."

She smiled and said, "Good. Now, let's get to work. The chickens are hungry, and the cows need to be milked." 

The whole day I could not take my eyes off of her. Watching her feed the chickens, I thought she was so sexy. Anything she did made me feel that way. 

Nothing happened sexually for a few days, but I never stopped thinking about it. I did wonder if I was enough for her. 

A week went by, then one night I heard a rap on my door, and I opened it, and there stood Misty.

She said, "Sorry to bother you, but I need a cup of sugar. Or would you rather have a cup of sugar, namely me."

I replied, "Oh, Misty, I surely would want a cup of your sugar." 

Before I could even close the screen door and the front door, she was naked.

I pulled her close to me and began kissing her. Her tongue darted around my mouth.

She rubbed her tits on my chest as we kissed. Her scent began filling the air.

I said, "Go get in bed, Misty. I want to make love to you all night."

She sat on the bed and undid my belt and pants, freeing my cock. 

She looked at my cock like it was a popsicle and began licking it like one. Up and down my shaft her tongue went. Finally pulling me close enough to take its entire length into her mouth.

I love watching her suck my cock while her big blue eyes look at me. 

She jumped into bed and said, "Fill me up, Roger." 

I teased her pussy with my cock, rubbing it all around her. I put the head of my cock slowly into her needy pussy. Barely putting it in, then pulling it out. 

She grabbed my back and pulled me into her and said, "Fuck me now. Do it."

My entire length went in her, and I began pumping her pussy harder and harder.

She moaned out loud the harder I went. Her nails dug into my back as I fucked her.

She looked into my eyes and said, "Roger, would you fuck my ass? I have never done that, but I want to. Will you please?"

How could I refuse this goddess? I replied, "I would love to. Roll over."

She rolled over and put her ass in the air. I put my cock back into her pussy to get her juices to lube up my cock.

I slowly put the tip of my cock into her ass. It was so tight I could barely get much of my cock into her.

I fucked her ass for just a few seconds.

I pushed my cock head in more and asked, "Is this okay? I don't want to hurt you."

She replied, "I like it, but would rather you just put it back into my pussy." 

I pulled it out and pushed it right back into her pussy and fucked her.

I loved watching her cute ass wiggle as I went in and out of her.

I could not take it for long and filled her pussy up with my cum. 

I rolled over to my side and grabbed her and kissed her. We made out for a very long time.

That night, we made love twice more. She rode me like a cowboy, and I got to watch her perky tits bounce up and down as she fucked me.

We then did reverse cowgirl and came once more before I came one more time that night.

I fell asleep with her in my arms, and when I woke up the next day, we were still in the same position.

Misty climbed out of bed, went to the kitchen, came back, and said, "I started the coffee and put some bacon in a pan so we can have some breakfast. We'd better be going, or the cows and chickens will be mad, plus you have a lot to do in the fields today."

I got up, took a quick shower, and joined Misty in the kitchen. 

I don't know if there is anything sexier than a woman cooking breakfast in the nude.

She served me the food, and we ate together, and the entire time she was nude. Talk about getting your day started on the right foot.

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From that day forward, Misty and I made love as often as we could. We had to be careful not to alarm her dad by staying overnight, if at all.

One day, we knew we would finish the chores early, so we packed some sandwiches and decided to have a picnic down by some apple trees near her dad's farm. 

It was a perfect day outside, the temperatures were pleasant, and the big, puffy white clouds in the sky would add to the shade.

Misty laid out a blanket, and I grabbed our sandwiches. We ate those and then lay back on the blanket and watched the clouds go by.

Misty leaned over and put her hand on my chest and said, "You ever do it outside?"

I laughed and replied, "Yes, my departed wife and I did that several times on the deck at my house. She loved the outside and so did I. Why do you ask?"

Misty said, "Don't play coy with me, buster. You know why I asked." 

She stood up and took off her shorts and panties. Then she undid my pants and slid them down.

She lowered herself onto me and began riding my cock.

I thought this was so hot, she was fucking me outdoors like I used to.

I watched as she went up and down on me, then suddenly I heard her dad yell out, "What the fuck are you doing to my daughter? I am going to kill you. You son of a bitch."

Misty jumped up, put on her shorts, and stopped her dad right before he hit me with the limb of a tree.

Misty yelled at her dad, "Dad, I can do what I like with whomever I want to. I am an adult."

His face turned red, and he yelled back, "You want to be an adult? Pack your shit and get out of my house. Otherwise, you will do as I say as long as you are under my roof. As for you, McDonald, I'd better never see your face again or I will smash it in. You son of a bitch."

By the time her dad left, I was fully clothed.

Misty sat back down on the blanket and said, "What an asshole he is. Now what am I supposed to do?"

I said, "Misty, you can stay at my place for as long as you want to, but I am afraid that might enflame the situation. Why don't we take you to a hotel for a day or two and let him calm down? We can then both go over and try to talk to him." 

Misty hugged me and said, "That is a good idea. Let's do it."

We drove into town and put Misty up at a hotel. We both decided it would also be good if she did not come to work for a couple of days.

As I drove away, I nearly felt like the day that my wife died. I had lost a very special person in my life.

The following two days seemed to last a month. I knew I liked Misty, but I did not realize until now how much. I missed her smile in the morning, her cooking, her hard work, and, of course, making love to her.

On the third morning, Misty called me early and said, "Come get me, please. I miss you and the farm."

On the way back, we talked about how to confront her dad. Neither one of us had much of a plan, but we had to try to make him understand how much farming means to Misty.

We drove to her dad's farm and knocked on the door. Her mom answered the door and said, "Come in, we have been expecting you two."

If looks could kill, I would be a dead man, the way her mom looked at me.

We sat down, and her dad came into the living room and said, "What do you want, farm girl and Mister Gigolo?"

Misty replied, "Look, Dad. You would never let me work on the farm, and Roger gave me a chance. I love working as a farmer, and as for the rest of it, it just happened."

Her dad's face turned red, and he replied, "He fucked you, and that just happened? Bullshit, he has always wanted you, Misty. Wake up."

Misty sat back on the couch, folded her arms, and said, "You talk to him, Roger. He sure as hell won't listen to me."

I looked at Misty and nodded, then said, "Mike." 

He interrupted me and said, "I don't know you well enough for you to call me Mike. Call me Mister Conner."

I said, "Okay, Mister Conner. Misty is right, I never meant for any of this to happen, but it did. Your daughter is the hardest-working, most dedicated person I have ever met. She gave me my life back. Without her help, I would be sunk as a farmer. You don't know how wonderful and caring a person she is. She loves her work, and it shows."

Her dad replied, "That's all well and good, but why did you have to fuck her? She is half your age. Don't you know that? Or is it you don't care?"

Then I did it. I replied, "Mister Conner, I love Misty with all my heart. I will marry her one day." 

Her mom and dad's mouths opened in shock, and Misty looked over at me and said, "You mean that Roger? You love me? You want to marry me? I have wanted to hear those words from you for months. Roger, I love you."

Misty got closer to me on the couch and hugged me. 

Her mom stood up and walked over to both of us, hugged us, and said, "Love does not know age." 

She looked back over at Mike and said, get your ass over here and shake his hand. Misty has a man who loves her."

He got up and came over to me and said, "You better be telling the truth. You can call me Mike."

We then shook hands.

Her mom offered us to stay over for dinner. During dinner, I didn’t even know what was said. All I could think of was what I said about loving her and wanting to marry her.

Was I crazy? What would my wife think about this? She did tell me to follow my heart and that she hoped I would remarry one day.

After dinner, we drove back to my farm, and after going inside, Misty said, "You know, Roger, if you said those things about love and marriage to get my dad off our backs, it's okay if you don't want to or feel that way."

I reached over and hugged her and replied, "Misty, I did not know how much I cared for you until you were not here."

I then dropped to my knees and asked, "Misty, will you marry me?"

She got a smile from ear to ear and replied, "Of course I will. I love you, Roger McDonald."

The chickens and cows got no feed that night. We spent the next six or seven hours making love.

It was different now. I was not just fucking a young woman; I was making love to my future wife.

Her touch on me. The way it felt when my cock went into her pussy. Her kisses were all different in a good way. 

I felt her love in her heart.

The next day, after taking care of the things we had to do, like feed starving chickens and cows, we went to town to find her a ring.

We looked at one store and we found the perfect set. She wanted a simple set of rings, one for the engagement and one for the wedding. She only wanted simple matching gold bands.  

She said, “I don’t want diamonds, it makes no sense working on a farm, they will only get ruined.”

To celebrate our engagement, we went back to the spot where her dad caught us making love. We decided to make love under the shade of those apple trees.

We stood and kissed under the trees. I threw a blanket down, undid Misty's shirt, and then took off her jeans.

She watched me take off my clothes and said, "Come over here, Mister McDonald. Your wife has needs."

I kneeled in front of her and slipped my cock into her awaiting pussy.

We kissed as I slid in and out of her. The feeling of this brought me back in time.  

I held her as hard as I could as we made love. I soon filled her up with my seed.

I rolled off her, and we sat there naked and watched the clouds roll by. 

We had finally made love outside as she had wanted.

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Over the next several weeks, we made plans for our wedding. Her parents had hoped it would be the biggest social event of the year in our small town.

Her dad lent two of his employees for a couple of weeks to help while Misty was shopping for a dress and all the other goodies for our wedding.

I would take a moment each day and look at the sky and ask my departed wife, "I hope you approve of this. I never thought I could love again after you. I do now, but no one can ever replace what we had. I will always love you."

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Six months later, our wedding day was upon us, and her mother got her way and made it into a huge social event. I did not care one way or the other. What I cared about was that Misty was going to be my wife.

I did get one surprise, and so did most everyone else. Instead of the traditional wedding song "Here Comes the Bride" 

As Misty's Father walked her up the aisle, they played "Old McDonald Had a Farm."

One at a time, a few select people rose up and sang their line of the song.

Her mother went, "Here a cluck, there a cluck, everywhere a cluck-cluck."

Her uncle went, "With a moo-moo here, a moo-moo there, every a moo-moo."

The rest of the song was filled in by friends, and they all sang “E-I-E-I-O.”

You should have heard it.

I kissed Misty for the first time after as my wife.