I wanted her attraction and her more than anything else. Despite my getting caught spying, my craving and desire for her never ebbed. I wanted to f...el her, touch her, taste her, caress her, penetrate her and love her still. I was and am infatuated with my sister. Since then, I have had multiple partners, almost as many as my sister, so I do have a base of reference on what I like, and what other women are like; so my infatuation, although to this point, was speculation has a strong base of. When she stopped sucking I looked down expecting to see that she was just adjusting her position. But that wasn’t the case, when I looked down she motioned for me to lower my head. When I bent down she pulled me close to whisper into my ear. “Can Ken fuck me in the ass?” At first I was surprised that she wanted to share her ass with our new friend, but then the thought of her completely giving herself to Ken won out. I told her it wasn’t my decision, but if she wanted too it was all right. I can feel tears swimming in my eyes building with frustration as well as discomfort and just when the pain becomes too much, you release them and gently caress the reddening flesh. Murmuring into my ear you say ‘You have been getting out of hand recently, you know that don’t you? I know that you are pushing me to see what happens and I’ve let a lot go haven’t I?’ Tearfully I nod my head at you, I know you are right, and part of me has wanted to see where it will end. ‘So this afternoon, you. And -- oh God! What if they made a trade? What if they picked up a catcher, somewhere, from another club's farm system? If they gave up on me, they could make a trade just so they could release me, and I could be gone tomorrow!Please, God, No! Always, always, I'd wanted to be a ballplayer. I had accepted, long ago, that I wasn't going to be a great player. I knew what I could do, and what I couldn't do. But I still believed that I could make it -- and all the way to the Majors, too. Maybe I'd.