”“That’s easy,” She turned to me, “Hairy, stay out of Colorado.”“Yes, ma’am.”“So polite is my Hairy,” she said, directing the co...ment and the evil grin at Wendy.“So where do we live?” Wendy asked.“I have a log cabin on Wolf Creek,” I said. So ... since she had the only vehicle ... we all piled into the 1966 Jeep Station Wagon ... and I do mean all of us ... Them too.“I thought it was a trifle cramped,” I said. “Somebody has been eating well.”You know what kind of looks THAT got me.One would. And I was their equal in every sport growing up. I wrestled in high school as the only organized sport I was interested in. I had a so-so record and didn’t really stand out. My coach couldn’t understand it and used to really rag on me. See, we used to wrestle one another during team practices, and even across the different weight classes. My sophomore year I wrestled our senior heavyweight starter and reigning sectional champion. I weighed 135 then and he was 210. I pinned him in under 20. I liked it when mommy cuddled me, i felt so safe. I felt daddy poking again, I tensed up my bottom, he told mommy to make me relax or it going to hurt worse. I started crying, I kept saying its going to hurt. Mommy held me tight and told me I needed to push down like I did when I went poo poo. I was sobbing, but told her Id try. I pushed down really hard, then I felt daddy put something inside of me. I started screaming, telling him to take it out, mommy squeezed me tighter. Toldme I needed to. To... fuck you raw!" he gasped, words burst forth in between deep breaths. "Gonna... fill you... with my... my cum... while you... you cum... on this thick... cock."He slammed her back into the wall, the bricks cool and rough on her skin. Almost as rough as his teeth had been, in creating the dark welts and bruises on her breasts and neck. She shivered as he whispered in her ear, punctuated with a bite. Why she was letting him do this to her, she didn’t quite comprehend. Any other asshole who.