I was drying off and looked in the mirror on the door thinking to myself “not bad for a 60-year-old” good body with no added weight, a very notice...ble, good length and slightly puffy cock hmmm admiring the reflection. Suddenly the door opened and there stood a young (about twenty something) girl slight shocked at the sight of a naked man. “Oh, err” sorry she stuttered, and turned around. Picking up the towel I quickly covered up and shot out the bathroom. “Err hi, I am Paul, who are you!” I. It was too rough to farm and too sparse to ranch. In addition to the main house, there were several barns and corrals. He had a lot of horses that I found out later, were all being boarded. Folks would come on the weekends and ride, usually just in the summer. The rest of the year was less than pleasant.Sunday afternoon, we drove into Trinidad for supper and some essentials I forgot to bring. I was able to get a signal for the phone so I called Jason."Son, I just wanted to let you know I got. ” I returned her hug, and then she stepped back and examined my car. “Well, I knew something was up when you got home” she said, with a smirk on her face.“What do you mean?” I asked, all innocent.“Well, when I left you last night you were wearing one of your western shirts, that one” she said, pointing to the shirt laying on the folded down back seat. “And when you came home last night, you were wearing Steve Miller.”She then reached out before I could stop her and grabbed the shirt from the. I had thrown out all my old boy underwear and now wore onlypanties. I did my own laundry now so the only thing that was differentfrom school was I slept alone and I wore pj's instead of a prettynightie. Steve and I got together a couple of times. We smoked some potand went and watched our old high school play a basketball game. He waswatching the game. I was watching all the girls there. I studied theremannerisms and they way they dressed and their hairstyles and makeup. GodI hated being a.