These ladies were not wild like my grand parent’s steers and seemed gentle. As a kid I’d always been told to stay away from the steers but these c...ws were quiet and tame. They didn’t show much recognition to the humans bearing witness and yet in some sense completely aware of our presence. They seemed very accepting and very business like in their means. There was one mindset and their focus at all times was what was just ahead of them.The long interior of the shed was poorly lit and light. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”“The pleasure is all mine. Did you have a nice evening?”“Not particularly. Just went to a club.”“A nice guy like you didn’t meet any women to entertain?”“Nope! Why are you here all by yourself?”“Just waiting for you darling.”Gary didn’t know what she meant by that. She continued to smile and look at him happily.“Would you like to get a drink?”“Sure! We could go back to my house and hang out if you like.”Gary looked at her with a grin. He just met this woman and. “What are you doing?” I asked.“Just touching you,” she replied, softly, then, “Why did you call me silverheart?”I reached over and tugged a lock of her hair where she could see it. “Your hair is so beautiful,” I said quietly, “I half expected it to melt when I touched it, like ice.”She giggled. “I’m not that cold.”“No, you’re very warm,” I said, reaching up to stroke her cheek, “Just a passing thought. I don’t have to called you silverheart if you don’t want.”Ashryn giggled again. “Be careful.. However. I really wanted something in my other end at the same time. Still not brave enough to find a willing partner, I ordered an ejaculating dildo and after a few trials, concocted a solution of egg white, salt and a dash of plain yogurt that came closest to tasting like my own seed.This baby wasn't as thick around as my vibrating prince so I could slide it in and out of my throat with relative ease and practice my technique for when I give my first blow job. Now I could take my games to new.