"Raj, is it? So are you in school here in town?" He sounded pleased and his tone was somewhat softer."Yes, I just started Freshman year a month ago!" ... exclaimed."How do you like it? What's your current living situation? Do you have a car?"I answered his questions. I followed it up by fishing for compliments."So, what did you think..?" I loved them. That's why I called. I've been getting lots of bullshit so don't mind my rude attitude initially, but you look like the real deal. I'd love to set. My dick was already stirring. Cripes, I could seethe bulge and I know that if she looked, she could as well.I was now the one who was almost tongue tied. "Well sureguys masturbate, Jean. At least everyone I know does, andall the time, or at least that's what they say."Jean gets restless when she's approaching anemotionally-charged conversation and I was increasinglyaware of her legs as she shifted them back and forth.Abruptly, they parted as she crammed both hands, straightarmed, between her. She was sitting in a large drawing room, lit by oil lamps, heavy drapes and tapestries covered the walls and a huge fire crackled in the grate. Before her sitting on the edge of a large polished table was a tall slim man with sharp hawkish features, pale skin and dark hair swept back exposing his prominent widow’s peak. His dark set grey eyes were dark and cold, his lips thin, he wore a deep burgundy velvet jacket, his long delicate fingers held a smoking cigarette.He appraised her slowly. ”“I think we need to find a place to clean up, any suggestions?” I asked“Yes we’ll have to go to the house and use the water hose there by the barn, there’s no way we’re going in the house looking and smelling like we do. I’m the one that cleans that house!”Billie took her t-shirt and wiped her legs and my dick and lower legs so we wouldn’t get too much on the seat.She drove us over to the farm house and pulled up near the barn. I saw a concrete wash pad with a large hose coiled up on it.“Come.