It was now or never. Taking a deep breath, I placed one hand on her shoulder.She raised her eyes to my face before speaking again.“What is it?”I q...ickly removed my hand. My face flushed crimson as my mind went blank.“I know this sounds stupid, but you know I’m very fond of you, don’t you?” I mumbled the first thing that came into my head.I can’t believe I said that!Karen smiled back at me, as though she knew what was going to happen.“I’m very fond of you too, Lisa,” she said stroking my cheek.. . punish myself I grabbed a huge black monstrosity that almost defies description. The shaft is 8" and extremely thick a twisting motor inside, with a clitoral stimulator AND an anal stimulator, which vibrate with the shaft. It is horrible looking, more like a torture device than anything. I'll be honest.... I never use this but today I needed itI hopped up and grabbed some lube from my dresser. I squeezed a copious amount of lube over the head of it, and dabbed some on the stimulators. I even. As I got older, most of the time it would be just Angie and me in the house. The others were day employees so at night we would be alone.As I entered puberty and began looking at girls and women, I found that my strongest fantasies were about Angie. At first this made me feel ashamed. But as I got older I realized that I was in love with her.She was the woman that I wanted to be with.I knew that Angie loved me, but it was more the love of a mother for her child and not the love of a woman for a. She absolutely loved it, several times commenting that I should write a book as it was selfish not to share this kind of info with others. Not feeling comfortable putting this in book form I've chosen to use this forum. After a time of buzzing and massaging she usually feels like she can't take it anymore and begs me to stop and fuck her as she says she has become too sensitive. Recently I was able to talk her into letting me continue on for a while and the most amazing thing happened. She.