Respectfully, and only now understandably, I had ceased to exist. Sure, Karen had stroked my ego in telling me all this. She’d given birth not only ...o the desire to write to her, but to the desire to share with her my own personal feelings of intimacy, life and love. And so it began. Periodically I wrote her short simple ‘love-stories’ as she called them. Each one getting a little more intimate perhaps, a little more erotic than those I had written in the beginning. She urged me to do so,. Now it was enough for her, she started getting wild and started requesting me to fuck her in a crying like voice using dirty words.She : Rahul…I can’t wait anymore, please fuck me na. Fuck me like a bitch tear my pussy..make me your whore.I got turned on hearing her talk like this. I rolled on top of her. Took a condom from the bedside drawer and wore it.She : You keep this for your GF?Me : Of-course, but from now onwards she will have to share the stock with you. ;). She pinched at my tummy. We brought home a truck load of trophies. I had in fact set a new State record in my age group for the 100 and 200 meter race."WE WON!" somebody scream, heck it might have been me. We went wild in the locker room later we were screaming and dancing all over the place. MS. Higgins was there right in the middle with all of us. We grabbed her and carried her to the shower where we gave her a cold one."We are champions!" with that we did a group hugs in the showers with Ms. Higgins in the middle of. He reached under the silky things. Whatever it was felt rubbery, almost fleshy. He grasped it and took it out. It was a fake penis! A dildo! Mary had a dildo? ‘Mary, what’s this?’ he asked. Mary looked at him, saw what he had in his hand, then she felt herself flush. ‘It’s…ah…I…um…’ she stammered. ‘Did you ever use this?’ Matt asked. He started toward her, the fake cock in his hand. ‘Ah…I…um…’ Mary struggled to come up with words. She felt so ashamed. What must he think of her? Why hadn’t she.