She looked at the beer fridge and the white enameled wood cookstove.“Antiques ... where did you find the stove?” she asked me.“That was in the g...rage,” I said. “The Warm Morning stokers and the beer fridge were in the bunkhouse. There’s still a bunch of old stuff out there.” I waved at the little two room shack in the north east corner of the fenced in yard.“Really?”“Wanna see?”“Sure,” Connie said.We walked over to the little house. A van was turning around at the corner of the esses. It. I did as she asked and took hold of my hard on and began to stroke it up and down, slowly at first them beating out a nice rhythm trying not to jerk it to fast as I knew I wouldn't last long before I shot my cum everywhere. She then started kissing my forehead, cheek and nose still keeping her eyes on my cock.Then she let go of my nipple and ran her had down my abs and down onto my swollen balls cupping them gently in her soft warm hand and carefully giving them a squeeze as I still jerked off. I was 19 at that time and me and my friends were drinking and that evening after a few drinks one of the friends put up a bet to call up a random number of a girl and start talking to her, I took up the challenge and a husky voiced girl picked up the phone, she spoke out a name of a restaurant and asked me what I wanted. I tried talking to her and gave my introduction, and also told her that please talk to me as I have a bet with my friends and I really want to win it and she started laughing. Her face was half concern, half ... something. I couldn't see her for the look of her eyes, the curve of her lips, and the subtle application of makeup adding to the glorious beauty of her face.Oh, who was I kidding?I sat up and kissed her. The move wasn't fast and she saw it coming. Welcoming me to her, she held me with the same care as I held her a moment before. The kiss was tender and soft. Not the hard sloppiness usually involved. I could feel her through our link and the contact. She was.