All of these years, it has been my dark secret. However, it's time for me to share my story.I am telling it now for several reasons. The number one re...son is for me. Maybe, by telling it, I can, finally, put everything behind me and move forward. Maybe, Scott will read my story and realize just what he did to me. Lastly, maybe my telling it will mean someone else will not have to experience what I did.I grew up in a rather small southern city and attended a religious based high school where. . Yes, I can drive him to the campus hospital ... OK, I’m sorry to interrupt your evening. I will meet you in the ER.”Then Sara returned with the coach. Coach took one look and told Sara to grab a wheelchair and he would come with us to the hospital.When she left to get the chair, the coach talked to me. “Greg, your football is over for this year at least, you have at best a dislocated ankle, and if I were to guess, you have multiple fractures in the joint. I’m sorry son, but it looks like you. ” I said. I handed her a fiver and she touched my hand for a moment. “We usually don’t get young ones in here,” she said as she continued to smile at me. Out of fear I broke the contact but I still wished to bask in her presence. “Is that sewing your doing?” I asked. “Ah Yeah. We have a live sex show coming up soon and I’m making the costumes. It’s one week from now. You really ought to come if you are in town.” She. And touch was giving me conflicting information. The wall was an illusion. So why was it solid to me and not the air? Not the sound?Minx came again, her pussy spasming on my cock. I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure raced down my cock and through my body. I stumbled forward, growing dizzy at the sudden rush of bliss created by her delicious pussy and—Didn't hit the wall. What? My eyes were closed, and I...passed through the illusion.“Oh, yes. Cernere's nimble fingers, I love this.