The room was a kitchen, living room, and workspace for me. The only difference between that night, and the nights when my mother and father had raised...J.T. and me, was that by the time I got Willie’s call, the was running water in the house. J.T. and I had installed it after daddy died. Momma had it for a few years before she also passed away. J.T. had wanted to toss the coal stove and go to oil after daddy passed. But momma wouldn’t hear of it. ‘Your Daddy was a coal miner all his life and we. She punched it. "Hello?" Yes?" A contralto voice issued from the speaker."This is Nora. My boyfriend is getting ready to leave. Could you have Jorge bring his car around?" Was that what you said? Around?"Certainly, Miss. He'll be right there." Who was that?" Nate wondered."No idea." Nora shrugged. In a moment, they were at the door. "I know this has been weird and strange, but look at it this way -- I'm going to YOUR house tomorrow..." Yeh," Nate managed a grin. "THAT should be a trip." They. "Well then maybe you need an older man, who takes things slowly"."Yes maybe I do"."Do you mind if I join you for a smoke, there's a nice bench on the other side where your Grandpa likes to sit in the sun. I'm sure you'd find it more comfortable than that old bucket on your nice little backside"."Ok lets go over there then I wouldn't want an olded man to stand while I sat my nice little backside on a bucket". They both laughed and walked to the other side of the garden and sat on Grandpa's. He pushed the magazines out of the way and moved closer crawling on his knees till he was right in front of me, our cocks nearly tip to tip. He began by running his fingers around the head and the tip as he explored. My cock jumped at his touch, it felt wonderful and as he wrapped his hand around it I reached out taking his stiff rod in my hand. He moaned and said "Oh I like this, it feels great doesn't it." I smiled and said "Yeah it does feel good, better than I thought it would. I'm so horny.