”Tom was running with the track team now. It was mid-February and the season only had four more weeks to go. In his first two meets, he didn’t run...as well as he wanted, finishing in eighth and then seventh place, but his coach was still pleased with his performance. Tom had been watching the running strategy of the best runners and noticed that they tended to run in a pack for the first two-thirds of the course, pacing each other, and then letting the true race begin in the final third where. Shit! The sun was coming up and I was nearly two miles from home. During the early hours before sunrise, the rain had stopped and the fog lifted. There was no cover except for bushes and trees along the way and none of those for a very long stretch of Sullivan Street. For the moment I couldn’t see or hear any traffic, so I began to run, racing down the sidewalk as fast as I could. My luck held out all the way to Sevier Avenue. Then, I ran out in front of a car and had to roll up onto the hood. I have never thought of her sexually before. I was kind of like an uncle to her. I had watched her grow up. As I breathed in the aroma of the damp panties one last time, thinking what a total perv I was, I heard a noise from down the hall. It sounded like someone moaning. I crept down the hall, to a slightly opened bedroom door and was amazed at what I saw. Shelly was on her bed face down with her big ass up in the air. She was pounding her pussy from behind with a dildo and had a magic wand. She lifted her hands and clutched the headboard of the cot and shrieked.“Putta idhana maad beda kanda, eshto varshagalu aayithu. Nanna ganda nanna mutti. Alli novaguthe. Naanu bekaadre ninge nanna kaiyalli madthini.” (Don’t do this Putta, it’s been years since he touched me, I’ll do you with my hands.) I knew she is trying to be fair. I made her cum even as she was offering a hand job. Her offer laid bare the events of the evening. She acknowledged achieving orgasm and now she knew that I too.