She took me by both arms and switched positions with me, having me against the wall with a thick hard on, she got on her need and did what she thought...about all this time. The feeling made me want to drop to the floor, or moan so loud, but I couldn’t. Feeling her tongue whip around it while teasing my head had me going mad. Her lips were so wet and moist to the point where I could not feel the movement, but the pressure of her sucking me. Her lips were milking the hell out of me, as I stood. He was older by years than any other man she’d spent time with. That had attracted her too. She’d felt more grown up, in the arms of an older man. Then she’d ruined it by getting drunk. She wondered if he would have made a move on her if she hadn’t gotten wasted.“Are you attracted to me?” she asked suddenly.“I’d have to say yes,” he answered. “When you’re not drunk,” he added.“If I hadn’t gotten drunk that night ... would you have tried something with me?”“Hard to say,” he mused. “You got me. Perhaps forever.He wandered along the road out of town. The snow stopped, and hazy sunlight played over the freshly fallen snow. The wind died, leaving him the crunching of his steps as the only sound. He held up his arm and outstretched thumb whenever a car approached.After the third unsuccessful attempt, he heard the roar of a diesel engine as an eighteen wheeler came around the bend. He thrust his thumb into the air. The truck roared on past, then let out a sudden hiss of air brakes, and the. "Attractive," thought Greybeard as he stepped inside. "Blonde," he noticed. She closed the door behind him and said with a giggle, "Get those waterproofs off, and the boots. You're dripping all over my rugs."He removed them and passed them to her outstretched hand. She hung the waterproofs up on the door then turned and looked him up and down again in the dim light of an oil lamp. Indicating the lamp she said, "Generator mast's just blown down. Wind generator. And where did you come from?"He.