She seemed to get all of it, swallowing more than once. I couldn’t believe what just happened, but it did. She got face to face with me, smiling lik... a six-year-old and said, “We need to do this all the time, Robbie.”“Sounds like a great plan, but I would love to have you in my bed so we could fuck hard and rough.”“Really?”“Yeah,” I responded,” I consider you my girl, although Mom and our sisters might not appreciate that sobriquet.”“I’m on the pill, Big brother,” she said.“Excellent! We better. I dip my finger inside. You moan deeply into the rubber ball gag. I roll you over so you are on your front. The drool from the ball gag oozes from your mouth and down your chin.I show you the butt plug as I generously lube it up. Peeling your ass cheeks apart I gently ease the plug in. I only push it a little and again you moan. I tease your ass as I push the plug half way in and pat the widest part. With ease the remainder of the plug slips inside and up to the base. I don’t want the pug. From there, passion became obsession, and he and his father had visions of him being the next Wayne Gretzky. By the time he was eight, he was involved in leagues that had him playing eight out of twelve months a year. It seemed at times my life was reduced to work and carting Josh around to dozens of rinks at all hours of the day for practices, tournaments, and individual games. I wasn't a fan of hockey, but I figured if I was going to have to sit there in cold arenas freezing my rear-end off,. He couldn’t feel his toes. Gerald turned the corner and saw his father’s big Chevrolet idling in front of his next delivery. He was so thankful to see the big car that fresh tears ran down to join the ones frozen on his cheeks. He opened the passenger door and his father beckoned him. “Get in and get warm,” he said. “With both of us delivering we’ll get them delivered in time.” Gerald shoved the bags between them on the front seat, pulled his gloves off to lay his hands directly on the heat.