Seeing this she lifted her T-shirt so high that her breasts were open. She caught my hand she pressed her softballs turn by turn but I did not supply ...ny force on her balls. After some time, she took back her hand but my hands were on her breasts. I could not leave her balls that are why I was feeling enjoyment in this strange game, which was being introduced to me by Sheila. Her balls were in my hands and my prick was in her hand. She was caressing it very softly.In the next step she pulled up. We couldn't afford cable TV and being in a valley as we were, no one in our town could get much of anything on the rabbit ears, so usually I sat there and read.Now it's a myth that southern country folk are more conservative sexually; they may not show it off, but there's just as much hanky-panky going on in a small town in the holler as there is in a big city up north. There were two boys other than me in our town, although to call them boys isn't really accurate because they were more than. Slowly I slid my second finger also and now was caressing the tip of the nipple with my one finger and was also slightly brushing the boob with the other one. I moved my hand little lower and was trying to insert my thumb as I really wanted to catch that erected nipple I my fingers. Since she was lying on her back so her body was in relaxed position so there was a bit of loosening of her bra and it was not totally stuck up with her boobs as I saw her in standing position. Yummm! Now my hand was. Fuck me I thought. I quickly paid my food bill. Then went through to the bar Davy had ordered a pint of lager. I came behind him and said I will have the same and I will pay for that. Davy spun round and said holy shit I don't believe it, I said believe it mate. We got a table and started chatting about what we had been doing for the past 6 months. (Nothing much).After a few more drinks I got the courage to say guess what I have been wearing since our last meeting when I am out. Davy shook his.