“Fuckfuckfuck – hurts. Hurt. Fuck.” He started sobbing now, hitting his hand on the floor, using the other to hold his forehead, which was devel...oping a pretty big bump.“Come here, son,” I said, squatting down, trying to pull him up. “Fucking loser,” he sobbed, letting loose. A full-on crying jag had started and it appeared that, once unleashed, his pain was second only to his rage. The tears were overwhelming. “Such a fucking loser,” he sobbed, clawing at me but then pushing me away, not. We weren’t as good as they were, but we were still a force to be reckoned with. As the flyhalf, I was the man positioned in the middle of the pitch and handled the ball and set up the plays offensively. I also did all of the kicking, like the quarterbacks used to in football back in the days of the old single wing. This is what led to my being picked on in high school. The varsity football coach wanted his players to cross train in the offseason to get better, and when he heard about us he. Linda enjoyed the evening and Tom’s company. At the end of the evening he asked her out on a date and she declined. ‘Tom I am not dating. I am looking for a godly man who will be my husband and the father of my children. Would you like to go to church with me on Sunday?’ she suggested. ‘Linda yes I will go to church with you on Sunday. I want to court you not date you. You are a beautiful woman and I want to see if those things you want for your life would be possible with me.’ After church. Maybe tomorrow night, we would all sleep together down here in the living room, or have an orgy in Sarah's big bed. While I was laying next to my sister, who was soundly asleep, I imagined us all getting lost in fuck, and after Sarah and I were exhausted, we would just lay there and watch our k**s keep going, the girls taking turns on Matt's thick cock until he couldn't take it any more. I drifted off to sleep thinking how nice that would be.The next day proved to be interesting. At breakfast,.