It is just stuff in a box," Ronja said, hoping to calm the situation."Sorry, I am just tense. Feels icky to handle an dildo like that," Maria said."Yo... mean like there could be a ghost attached to the dildo?" John asked."No, not like that," Maria replied with a hurt voice. She was a hardcore skeptic against things of claimed supernatural origin. "Would you like to touch a used dildo, yourself?" she asked.He blushed and then countered. "I would not mind touching a dildo. It is not like there is. Then she immediately pinged in my personal chat as “Y?”. I told her I’m in the US and missing the rains. She told that she also likes rain and wanted to go for a long drive when it’s heavily raining. So like that our personal chat started from friendly chat to personal information to sex talks. During our chat, we came to know that our apartments are very close by, so that we are really very happy that our residents also close.Like that our conversation become very close and we used to have a. ” He sounded completely normal, as if he wasn’t touching her so intimately, and she wondered if her fertile imagination had fooled herself into thinking he was looking at her body with longing. Then a whisper of a touch brushed over her nipple. Fire ignited at the tip and burned its way down into the deepest part of her. Instinctively, her back arched, begging to be touched more firmly. When he swept his thumb over the taunt peak once more, a purr rumbled softly from her throat. It wasn’t just. It was great fun and Todd just went with the flow in spite of his wondrousness. She looked at him with an expression on her face and eyes he was well acquainted with all his women. He was flabbergasted as she spoke. ‘Todd, I hope this is all right. I asked your parents if I could come over and surprise you. They thought it was a good idea as I told them what I had in mind. Honey, I always had a soft spot for you and now with my gay husband gone I found a desire in me growing I couldn’t control.