It was strictly a platonic thing where we discussed politics, religion, told jokes and that was the extent of it; it was all very innocent. I asked Ca...rol if she would like to join us and she said "sure" so she became a part of our group. One night after practice just a few of us went to the tavern as the others were out of town or had things to do the next day. It was Carol, myself and my friend Pete who showed up. We sat and shot the breeze as we were having a few beers. Pete said that he had. Some stuff was, I learned latter, made just for her. She took me upstairs and led me to my room. It was larger than my mom’s apartment. She left me to unpack and said to meet her later on the patio. Aftera shower I put on a clean T-shirt and shorts. I was in CA, so I threw on some shades. Aunt Marsha was sitting on a chase lounge talking on the phone. She had changed herself, now wearing a white midriff shirt which strained to hold back her 40DD breasts. She also wore a thong. It got to the point where they knew practically everything about each other. What each others dreams were in life, who the latest crush was, how many people each had slept with, there was nothing big enough for the duo to keep secret, as ironically, the distance proved the greatest trust builder. Megan also proved quite the long-distance wingman, as whenever she went to parties, she never failed to put in a great word for her cross-country-cousin. More than once had Jon woken up to find a new. I decided to skip the afternoon classes and went to the adult store to do some shopping. Mark had told me exactly what I needed to buy right before he left and here I was, in this adult store, a place I’d never been to in my life, shopping for a fake cock to practice on.I found the products I needed with some help from the scruffy looking salesman who was eyeing me over from the moment I entered the store. Maybe last night’s experience had already done its work? I usually never turned any heads.