Miss Umeki liked to wear her custom –made business suit even though it made her look less feminine and a little more mannish, if the truth be known....She usually stuffed her made in Paris undies with the banana-like appendage that was anchored in her already flooded with anticipation secret garden. It filled her with a sense of firm control of any situation and added the element of confidence to her persona that generally mesmerized the silly student girls into a state of silent submission to. We finally did progress to telephone conversations and my feelings for her intensified. Her voice was just as I had suspected. Her wit and quickness was all the more noticeable while talking in person. We were finally having normal conversations that weren’t slowed down my typing. It also made her all the more real. As time progressed we would talk about what it would be like if we met. Would it be awkward? Would this relationship, built upon computer chatting, be able to maintain normalcy? Was. But, without saying another word, he immediately stuffed his cock into my slightly opened tiny little virgin butt-hole.The action was so stinging, I felt he was tearing me apart.It certainly was very warm and tight, inside my newly wounded rump, and Nikhil could not stop drilling deeper and deeper in to my rear.It was a rampage, and I knew I was never going to be the same person once this was over.But, more than once, I was also forced to imagine my mother being subjected to the same. What now? A lot of men don’t fight for their rights. I’m no ordinary man. I’m a Men’s Rights Activist. Yes, a long time ago, I went out with flyers and gave them to people. These flyers contained information about Men’s Issues and Men’s Causes such as Prostate Cancer, Male Victims of Domestic Abuse and other concerns. I did my editing of my erotic works surreptitiously, taking great care to avoid Susan. I also pondered what to do about this situation. I don’t think Susan’s statement about.