I was happy for him. He seemed different than I remember him being, but maybe that's what a good woman does to you. After a few beers half and a pack ...f Camels, I crashed at his place and left for Marks house. One thing is for sure; I had to get my head on right.When I arrived in Crestview, Marks hometown, I was on fumes and pulled in a gas station. I was sitting on 'hell bitch' filling her up when I was startled by this guy commented on my bike."Damn mister, that is one hell of a bike. It's. I considered myself a men’s rights activist. In my view, all other groups in society, from women to ethnic minorities, gays and lesbians along with the disabled and the foreign-born, had their defenders. Only modern men lacked defenders. Men were dying years earlier than women. Fewer men were attending college. Men’s rights were ignored in family court. Divorce laws and domestic abuse laws were biased against men. I went out to fight for my fellow men. I fought for male victims of abuse whether. I asked what condition and she said me to help her in forcing my mother.I refused but then agreed as she said that this will ultimately help my mother in health. Aunty was still holding moms mouth to prevent her from shouting. She told me that fish oil and other non veg stuff will help my mother. She asked me to take out a dildo which she carried in her big polythene. I took the dildo and gave the packet to her. Packet smelled heavily. She asked me to put some fish oil on the dildo and asked me. Her kiss was not like an, I have missed you kiss but a deep passionate kiss. Her arms went around me as her tongue entered my mouth. Kim squeezed me against herself as I felt those lovely big tits of hers pressing into mine. Our tongues danced in each others mouths as we kissed deeply. I finally broke the kiss as I said, Well come on in and let me check you out, as I usher Kim into the house. Well, there is a lot more of me to check out, Kim replied giving me a smile of her own. Kim stood in.