There was a bar connected to the lobby of our hotel and I saw the game on in there and talked Sarah into having a drink and watching for a bit. It was... a Thursday so there weren't many people there but we sat at the bar a couple of seats away from an older gentlemen. We had a couple of drinks and before long the older gentleman and I were talking in depth about the finer points of football as we watched. Sarah was beginning to feel a bit tipsy and she her feet were sore from long day of sight. So my Dad strengthened his hold on me.“Can we help you, Mr. Hamill?” Steven asked.Bree helped hold me up too and said, “I’ve never been more disgusted to share the same last name as you. Thank God we don’t share the same DNA,” with those last words Bree made some gagging sounds. Then added, “If Kyle here is out of the school I’ll be dropping out of this institution as well.”We went to my Dad’s car and all four of us went to my house. I don’t know what surprised me more out of everything that. It wasn’t fair, and they both knew it. The cards were stacked against them and they were forced to follow the rules of the nuptials they had both taken with another. She felt his arms tighten around her and she held on to him for dear life. She felt his hard cock pressing against her and she bit her lip as she tightened her grip around his waist. She wanted to reach down and feel it, to stroke it, to lick it. It was killing her to have to let him go, but she knew she had to. Work was. You start to tear into me about what I have done to you but stop when I take off the black goggles, black gloves and undo the chin strap of the helmet.I step close to you and offer you both of my hands. Stunned a little you give me your hands. I step against you and move your hands to the sides of the helmet.You lift it slowly to see a smiling red to blond haired man, with twinkling blue/green eyes, clean shaved and about 25 to 30 years old.Before you can say a word I pull you to me and kiss.