.. sitting there slowly massage my manhood, when i suddenly felt a pair of eyes on me i turned and there beside me a very pretty red head sat watching...me... her eyes glued to my hand as i stroked and caressed my hard cock....i quickly stopped and looked at her.. she raised her eyes and looked at me s bright smile came across her face...as he speed off as the light turned green... i was a little embarrassed but also a little excited as she was very pretty and as she smiled i knew she had enjoyed. This was a time of year when you traveled by land, or by air, or you didn't travel at all. During this short transition from winter to summer, without the luxuries of spring, there could be no travel on the Mackenzie at all, and travelers found themselves stranded in the north country's few settlements until the river was clear enough for boat traffic to resume. Once in a while, some foolhardy soul would venture out onto the ice with his dogsled or modern snowmobile, and if he was lucky, he. They left me alone as the caretaker of the house. My Mom had left me a list of things Sheela had to do while my mother was gone.This point onwards the story gets interesting. I wrote it in the number od days it happened.Day 1I was reading a magazine when the door bell rang. I opened the door to find Sheela in a Light Blue salvaar kameez. I invited her inside and went to collect the work list that my mom had left. I gave her the list and went back to studying, after cleaning the house she came. It was Katherine, cheeks flaming from cold, bundled in layers of coats and jackets. A boy stepped out of the driver's seat, looked at me, waved, and went back to the trunk. I knew that wave, the awkward greeting of a boy meeting his girl's father for the first time.No, I thought. Not that.Katherine saw me looking and a smile came across her face, untroubled. I felt a burning in my belly. I'd thought her friend was a woman.She darted over to me through the swirling snow and threw herself into my.