Inside pole construction and a Nickel Coleman 220B two mantle lantern with the asbestos tent shield.God Damn! It looks just like the lantern I found i... an abandoned barn in the woods ... I got out of my sleeping bag.I must have been really tired.The lantern. Oh Yes ... the lantern. The Coleman Lamp & Stove Co. Wichita Kan, stamped on the bottom of the gas can. Holy shit ... there’s my initials and 1953 I wrote on it. It IS my lantern.My mind went back...The first trip to the lake; the 1951. As Ray made us both ready. He smeared my hole and his cock with petroleum jelly. I took a breath as he pushed his cockhead past my sphincter ring. Thankfully, Ray stopped and let me get reacquainted with the invader inside me.When the tightness eased I nodded and Ray started pumping in me. Deeper with each thrust, he soon was slapping his balls against my ass, as both of us moaned in mutual joy. My cock was dripping clear juice as he used my willing hole. All coherent thought left me as. I use them to help break the ice.What’s that ... excuse me, your name? OK, Miss Dawson, what’s your question?Yes. This is a mandatory class. If you do not pass it, you will not be able to advance to the next grade. Flunking sex education isn’t something you want to have on your permanent record, so I expect you to listen carefully, and fully participate in the syllabus we have for you.OK. If you are going to ask questions, please state your name, both first and last name, please.Yes, Miss. I bit my lip and moaned with a cocktail of relief and desire. I stared down at the top of her head and watched as her long tongue flicked out and delicately brushed along the length of my pussy. My swollen lips peeked from beneath my pubic hair as if searching her touch. I was sure from her vantage point, she would already be able to see my excitement glistening on them as they continued to grow before her eyes.Suddenly I wanted to grind her head into my snatch and feel the full force of her.