The initial steps were difficult, almost mechanical. The note in his pocket had more weight than it should have as if gravity was pulling on it and hi... with more force. As Michael continued walking, a flood of memories rushed back to him. His best friend, his job, and then his wife. Then his child, and the joy of seeing her face full of innocence and joy. A face free of care. It all seemed so surreal. He wasn’t an alcoholic. He even went to church on most Sundays, and today would have followed. “Christ no!” I hissed.Again he pulled back and thrust hard into me. Again I gasped aloud. Again he thrust into me. And then, as if twenty years of pent-up of frustration and passion was let loose in a single moment, Tony began to fuck me like a man possessed.Oh my God! Did that man fuck me! Harder and harder, faster and faster, the girth of his cock stretching me terribly and wonderfully at the same time until within the first minute I felt my first climax building.Jesus! I had never reached. That's when Shorty told me how you pulled their train.You whoring bitch. You made me look like a stupid, hillbilly hick that didn't have any better sense than to marry a whore.If that's not a whore then I don't know what one is. Accept it baby. You're a whore all right. So start acting like one and spread your legs and open up that cunt cave of yours."Mom: (sobbing heavily) "You rotten son of a bitch. I didn't make you look like a stupid hillbilly hick because that's what you already were. This went for few days , no further improvement other than staring at her directly. she too used to look at me directly ,our eyes used to meet all the day ,I never made any attempts to talk to her , because I liked the way we are staring each other this is more exciting than talking .One such day ,while classes are going on a circular came to give names for coming annual day events ,our teacher left the class asking to give the names to the attender, everyone went to him to give the names ,me.