We had him a year, house training him, taking him for walks ... Waiting for him to be old enough ... But when I started trying to touch his privates h... got very defensive, violent even - bit me a few times. It was a bit of a thrill to be honest, the danger of it, but I didn’t feel safe enough to go on. I think we rushed him a little. It was very sad, we had to give him away. It almost put us off. It was like it wasn’t supposed to happen.” She looks a little sad.Then Wayne speaks again, “Then we. I was so turned on I started to moan softly. It was then – in my brother’s bed – that I had my first orgasm as the result of someone else. As time went on, I became more bold. We had grown accustomed to sleeping with me on my side with my back to him, and him spooning me with his hands around my tits. Sometimes I would just grab his hands when I felt them by my sides and place them on me. Sometimes I would whisper to him to play with my nipples. It was so erotic to me. Then my brother started. Al is a great player. Don't get me wrong. But he doesn't have that fire. He is so talented that he never looks like he's trying. I mean, I know he's trying but he never looks like it. You busted your ass from Day 1. I mean, shit, I don't think I've ever seen you after a game where you weren't dirty. Hell, most of the time, you're bleeding from somewhere or bruised somewhere. You went full-bore from the moment you stepped on the field."We got criticized two years ago for being lazy. It wasn't. I did my best to ignore him.Katie’s fair hair was pulled back and pinned up and the glitter around her dark eyeshadow twinkled like the stars above. Glistening pink lipstick and thick mascara completed her elfin appearance, and aside from a relatively tiny dark green leotard, she wore nothing, and sat upon the mattress with her legs tucked under one side. Upon her back, fastened by a little silver chain around her chest, was a pair of theater-prop butterfly wings. Her features lit up into a.