" What plan?" she asked, sounding surprised."Tell me you weren't think about tackling the coach on the sidelines if a play got close enough." Well, I ...thought about it, but..." The other players were passing us, and as they did, they clapped me and Robbie both on the shoulders.I waited. Everyone had passed, Coach Vickers giving me an unreadable look as he went by. I looked back at Robbie."Okay. I would have hit him. But just a tap. Just enough so that he wouldn't have any doubt I could hit." And. I remember it went in easy enough at first, the pointy part…then I hit the rest and the going got rough, but no one likes a quitter—well, I imagine Dad woulda…because he starts involuntarily pissing blood and I tried to gobble up most of it but my brother intercepts some of it to help work his hand into Mom’s ass. It helps him get his thumb in and he’s there punching Mom up her ass like Mike fucking Tyson when he still had D’Amato in his corner…Well, she lets loose her bowels with such force. We made some small talk and then left to go to a female friend’s from work 21st birthday party. The party was to be held in adjoining hotel rooms at a local inn. We arrived with the party in full swing and made the rounds of drinking, dancing and getting to know each other. Later that evening found us dancing alone to some slow music as the party wound down. To my surprise as we danced she started to grind her pelvis against me and we started kissing with small pecks and then intense french. Main wanha jate rehta tha is liye wanhan sub muje pahchante the to me waise to pura din ghar me ya yanha wanha ghumta rehta tha. Mere uncle ke padosme ek family rehti thi. Unke ghar me Unkle, Aunty, Un ke do ladke or ek ladki hi. Uncle ka khud ka chota sa kapdo ka biznes tha to vo do no ladko ke sath kap do ke vyapar ke liye bahar rahte the. Aunty or unki ladki jis ka name Manisha vo college puri karke ghar par hi rehte hai. Pehle me ap logo ko moni (Pyarse me usko moni kehta tha) ke bare me.