She liked the halftime entertainment the best and it weren’t on that little screen. That’s when she’d take the visiting guy, or pick one if ther... were more, back to the other room in the cabin, close the door so as not to interfere with the TV watching, and get to play the kind of ball, or more accurately balls, that she liked the best.If it was the first time for Myrtle’s halftime entertainment, they might be kinda worried when she whispered the invite in their ear but she assured them that. Her hands were up by her shoulders and she was kind of fanning her face, sort of, jumping around and making these strange noises with her mouth closed and her eyes bulging, and it was obvious that she wished she hadn’t done what she’d just done. Her head swiveled both ways, and it was clear that she was looking for a place to spit. I half expected her to spew all over me.But she suddenly stopped, frozen like - her hands too, just hanging there in the air. She dragged in a noisy breath through. I remembered I had clothes at the Studio but I needed a Nylon parka to wear home. The only one I could find was a thin lightweight black one, so I bought it and a thermal sweatshirt.After all that, I bought half a subway steak and cheese sandwich. Actually I bought a steak and cheese sandwich on half of a roll. Either way it was good. I couldn't even finish the half I purchased. I suppose my body still wasn't back to normal though it was on the way, I hoped.With the memory of the sandwich in. ” I told him.“Just touch me, please; there is no wrong way to touch me.” He said. So I did, I explored his cock with my hand. Touching the tip and sliding around the head to travel down his rigid veined cock. I slide my hand up and down slowly getting braver each time till I felt something wet against my hand. I pulled my hand away afraid he was going to cum on my hand. “its ok, that’s normal, it makes it feel better, please don’t stop.” He pleaded. I was not sure but he whispered “Please.” I.