She got up off the bed and adjusted her stockings and garter. Walking over to her bag and slowly bending over from the waist, she showed a clean expan...e of stockinged legs and bare pussy. She watched me stare at her from between her legs, finally rummaging in her bag and coming up with a few interesting items.She turned back and came towards me, padded handcuffs and other pieces of silk in her hands. She motioned with her head for me to get up and she took my place on the bed, handing me each. . ? I'm not betting anything. I can't believe we're having this conversation," I said, taking a deep breath and shaking my head.Without any consideration for my feeling, she slipped down in the seat with her legs apart facing me and placing her hand down her shorts."What are you doing?" I asked watching her hand moving around underneath her shorts."If you can do it, so can I," she said, humping over to get her finger deeper into herself."Have you lost your mind?" I asked, as she pulled her hand. I don’t consider myself old, even if I am more than a decade older than your average freshman. I had conversations with college students in this bar, and got along with almost all of them. I had even given a few of them advice or help with classwork. My education is … eclectic … to say the least. But I had never tried to pick up a college girl, or had one do anything more than innocently flirt with me. I shave my head, but I keep a short, neat beard, which was salt and pepper, with the. A young woman partially opened the door and saw that I was soaking wet and was just a young teenager. She then then invited me in, saying the “I was just getting ready to go to bed, what are you doing out in a storm like this?”“I was hunting and the storm came up before I could find shelter,” I said. “Well, you will have to get out of those wet clothes or you will get pneumonia, by the way, what is your name?” I told her my name was Bill. She said hers was Wilma. I looked at her and saw.