Ze loopt naar hem toe. De man trekt zijn jas open en hij vraagt: Mag ik mijn sneeuwblazer in jou sneeuwnetje stoppen?meisje"in mijn sneeuwnetje?" "Wil...je?" vraagt de man"Ja hoor, dan heb ik het tenminste niet meer zo warm"De man en het meisje lopen naar een oud schuurtje. Ze gaan naar binnen. "Trek je kleren maar uit en ga met je benen wijd op de grond zitten."Het meisje doet wat haar gevraagd word.Het meisje ziet de sneeuwblazer waar de man het over had. "Wat zijn die twee dingen aan het eind. I could feel her panties and she was there kissing me back and the her hand went on to my bum and squeezed it. I did the same to her and she enjoyed it. I moved one hand to her breasts and started to feel them and kiss her neck. She moved her hand around to my front and started feeling my cock. I brought my hand around and started to feel underneath her dress and feel her cotton panties. I could feel a bit of moist spot and I rubbed it.She caught my hand and led me in to the bedroom where she. ..I was not in the mood for conversation. As he approached strolling up the walkway to the dock end where i was, I noticed he was older, maybe pushing 70s, he was wearing jean shorts, and buttoned shirt and sun glasses. What an ugly old fart I thought to myself. He walked right up next to me and asked" how are you doing today" "alright cant complain how are you?" he replied back " I'm okay, what are you up to?" I thought for a second wondering why he would ask. " well not much killing some time. Hell, I even got a couple of her books out and tried to find out how her book suitors romanced their women. I began to bring her flowers and candy. Sometimes I would call her at work to tell her I loved her and missed her. I would compliment her on her dress or hair. I would ask her to come home early and we would go out to eat. I made special meals at home that I knew she would like. I tried to kiss her more and I told her how much I loved her when I did. All my efforts were met with disdain..