And it was another of my triggers for remembering my darkest incident of my life.I can feel the tears start to form. Here I am. A man of 53 years. Bro...ght to tears by a simple song.There were many tears in our lives that year.Sure, I can write about the neighborhood. The boys and girls running around and playing until dark was coming. Carefree and no worries about strangers lurking in the shadows. They were there. They just hadn't visited our lives yet.No, I will write about the night my mom. He steps so close to you...you can feel his weight against your back. His hand reach to move your skirt up so he can get a good view of what is about to be his. His cock is hard and wet with cum. He slides himself between your thighs..rubbing your own cock. You moan just a little. mmmmmm you are soft and sweet to the touch. He reaches up to kiss the back of your neck. His cock has found its way to your pussy. A pussy that is clenching with desire and need to have his cock and have it now. He. " Same as me. I'll try. No guarantees."I stuck out my hand, "If we're eating together, we should know names." I'm Jordan Edwards." I'm Leon Jefferson." So, if you're one of those human performance people, can you show me how to play better defense?"I looked at him in all seriousness, "If you sign on for six sessions with me, I will make you all-pro. It's only $10,000 per session."His eyes lit up, but I couldn't contain my smile, "You are nothing but another white motherfucking liar!" God, you. To not think of it as such a big deal, to accept that to watch it occasionally was no big thing, provided that the rest of my life was headed in the right direction.‘The rest of my life’ was most certainly headed in the right direction. Sure I still had pangs of pain and regret, but freed from the destructive end-game of my marriage, my relationship with Veronica blossomed like some beautiful spring flower. I was truly lucky to have a woman like Veronica in my life. Aside from those rarer and.