She pulled back momentarily as if she was unsure about my intentions, then after that pause she hugged herself to my chest, accepting my comfort. Her ...crying gradually subsided but every few seconds she would shudder against me. It was obvious that she was unsuccessfully trying to bring her emotions under control. In between sobs she would push away from me a bit and try to say something only to have it choked off. It was all I could do to keep control of my own feelings.As things quieted down. I took a look at the upper hay loft in the barn, and found that by moving some hay bales in the far backside of the loft, I could create what was basicly a hidden room. A few blankets and a quilt made it a comfy place to play. Since Jeri and I were in charge of feeding the hay, it was unlikely anyone would find our little hidden area. It was still a risk, but a pretty small one. Day by day, we played and learned more about the desires of our bodies. Our confidence grew, and the logical next. “I want to poke your throat.”“Double that, and you got a deal,” she said.“No,” I told her. “You do it for this, or I’ll load up and go.”“I usually get at least 30 for a blow job,” she said, turning away from me she walked to the back of the little booth. Acting disinterested, trying to drive the price up, she started putting cigarette packs into the display.I walked around to the gap opening, moved into the booth, and in two seconds flat, I was behind her. I spun her, yanked her blouse open,. Soon it was time for bed and Elke Horst,s Mom made up a bed for me on their couch and after showing me where the toilet was bid me a good night. I obviously had not packed pyjamas so simply stripped to tee shirt and under pants and climbed under the blankets. I had almost fallen asleep when I heard the lounge door open and my new friend stood there in his dressing gown and slippers. He said not a word, but moved to the couch and sat down next to me. “Have you ever made love with a man?” he.