Bob wasn't what I'd call handsome. He was tall and skinny and he had a pretty big nose with a big bump in the middle of it. But I had noticed that Bob...made them laugh, even if it was at himself.One of the things that had drawn us together as friends was that we were both mostly disinterested in sports. Hell, we didn't even like P.E. class. Bob glanced at me and grinned. "Hey, Denny, if I had your looks I'd be getting even more pussy than I do. You just have to be confident."Well, I thought,. One of his arms goes to the pillow next to my cheek for support, while the other is still grabbing my leg. I hold my breath the entire time his dick pushes inside me. It doesn't hurt at all, feels not much different than a toy, just thicker. Then it pushes in a bit more as I feel some influx of pleasure with it. It still doesn't hurt. For a moment I feel a little disappointed, but when I look down I see that it's not even a quarter in. I pale, scared that I might actually not be able to take it. They wouldn't say anything! Everybody -- even outsiders like that -- was afraid of being the one who brought it down. But that was kind of nutty, Dad told me, because, if the announcers didn't tell their audience, well then, how could they even know about it? How could they begin to share in the ... the suspense?" So. Now? Today? The announcers do talk about it?" Sort of -- yeah. I mean, they mostly kind-of tiptoe around it. Hardly any of them ever says 'no hitter, ' or anything like that .... .. when in truth that was only the barest part of it.In retrospect his mother’s behaviour should have given him a clue to that fact. As she was now, Helen was hardly the epitome of Love and Obedience; she had learnt how to act from him. Her recent actions diverged so far from the loving and affectionate woman she had been when he had first given her the Ring that it actually made him feel sick in the pit of his stomach. His first time with his mother had been almost magical in how perfectly.