What I do know is, there’s no good reason to trust some stranger who pulls a knife on you. You have to assume he intends to use it. The rule is, ‘...ands, Weapons, Death’. You look at his hands. If he’s armed, you deal with him immediately. Fortunately for him, when I raised my hands, he was looking at them instead of paying attention to what counted. If he’d made a move toward you, I’d have shot him so fast and so many times...” My voice trailed off.Carley took the bag and hugged me. “I’ve never. ”She started to cry again. “Honey, it’s all good. You needn’t keep on cryin’ all of the time,” said Ronald.“I’m just so grateful to God or whatever angel was watching over us,” she said.“Yeah, I know. I agree. It had to be divine intervention,” he said. “I mean what are the odds that the registry would find a donor in time.”She started crying all over again. “I am just so grateful,” she sobbed.“Anyway, the doctor said I could go home early?” he said. She wiped away her tears with the hankie she. He pushed my face off his huge sausage and ripped my shirt off. I moaned and whispered “Oh, yes, Coach. Mmmmm…” Coach pulled my shorts and underwear off and threw it to the other side of the room. Coach started to lick my virgin asshole, growling and groaning. Coach spanked me and said “Dont forget to wear a condom, boy.” then he opened his drawer full of Play Boy magazines and XL Magnum condoms. Coach opened it with his mouth even though he told us not too and he rolled it onto his cock. Coach. He is only sixteen years old and I don’t know how to tell him the truth about my relationship with his father. He wouldn’t understand that I was tired of not getting any sexual attention from his father. I went sexless for nearly a decade and I could not tolerate it anymore. I suppressed my sexual desires for so long because I didn’t want to hurt my husband and son with a separation.My son is now old enough to deal with such things, but I’m still afraid of what he will think of me when he finds.