. I told her that I wanted to tie her up. I told her that I wanted to gag her with something. I wanted to get nasty. I'm talking ball gag. Rope. Ass p...lug. Enema. Yes enema. I actually gave one to my sister. I'll get into that another time. I showed my sister my little girls old phone with all of the pictures of her naked body on it. My little sister told me that my daughter was very fuckable. I told her not to worry about that because her butthole was about to get stuffed. I had my baby sister. I wasn’t. My sister’s high heels strewn across the floor were proof enough. For Christ's sake, Jenna was the messiest girl I know. They were her going-out shoes too, so she must’ve come home from her night out. She’s got to be dead drunk. Even she wouldn’t just leave her shoes lying around for me to trip over.Sure enough, not only shoes, but pieces of clothing trailed from the hallway leading all the way into her bedroom. I followed, picking up her clothes piece by piece.By the time I got to. It was a late summer day close to lunch time and I had spent all week waiting for my boyfriend at the times’ cock. I had been suffering every hour of everyday. Then as soon as I had finished my lunch he told me innocently that he wanted to ride up to the park and walk around and talk…just to get away. Even as mad as I was because he didn’t want to stay here and give me what I wanted, I reluctantly agreed to go, threw on my shoes fixed my hair and got in his car. Once we got there we walked. Unfortunately, the way the ball hit, it bounced into the field of play instead of out of bounds. It crossed the goal line before Matt Frye and Dave McCall could touch it.Coach Adams and Coach Burton called the first team together to review what we needed to do on the next drive to overcome our mistakes. Coach Burton preached that we had proved we could move the ball on USC and that big plays were possible. We needed to play smart, disciplined football. We could win if we did. Coach Valdez.