He shook off the unusual dream and started his day. He got dressed, and went downstairs. He made himself some toast, then turned on the local news. He...didn't recognize the newsreader, she must have been new, but he already hated her. She was an attractive young blonde lady, smartly dressed with her hair tied up in a bun. Under her white blouse, John could see she had very large breasts. "I wish her blouse would pop open, that would show her she's not better than me." He thought to himself.. And of how I have now gotten into a relationship with him, his friend Bill and Ron,How I got started in all of this is what some of you have been asking me, How I got started in enjoying playing with myself and how I came ( so to speak) to love using toys on myself.As for the use of toys, it all really started when I was in my early teens.I was still at home, obviously, and shared the house with my 2 younger brothers, the youngest one 10 at the time and Mark would have been 12. I have one elder. As I was a call centre executive my timings for office changes regularly, one day I returned from the office at 4.30 pm, I knocked the door but nobody replied door was locked, I used my key to open the door, I thought that nobody was at home, but I was surprised to find my mom in her bedroom, I tried to call her but then I heard a strange sentence, my mother was asking the servant to bring some Oil to massage her, sonu brought some oil and starting messaging her foots and arms, she seems to be. I doubt you’d get to fuck a stunner like charlotte though mate. Look at you (laughs). She’s just tagging along coz Rachel wants to be with her best mate.”Mike was right. Charlotte was well out of my league. She was stunning, and I had ginger hair with pale skin – amongst the least attractive thing in a man according to society’s definition of beauty. The funny thing was that Charlotte was ginger and pale skinned also. But for women, that could make them look attractive, and Charlotte surely was.