" She said resting her head on his chest as she turned doe eyed looking at him while her hand played."You don't need to tell me this, save yourself fr...m..." No, I want you to know the truth, where I was. I was meeting a guy there the second day. I felt his cock through his pants right at the bar the day before. I had a hotel key with me with every intention of being his whore. Your face came up on the TV screen in the ESPN story as if to tell me DON'T DO THIS! I didn't hear the story attached. In seeing this, it has triggered in each of us memories that pushed us close to acting irrationally. If we had given in, we would have released our anger in an uncontrollable way. Doing that would have been dangerous for many reasons. I think it is obvious that our empathic connection adds a more intimate sense of our experiences, this added to the rage we felt. Now, by being aware of it, we have a much better chance of acting together, rationally rather than as an angry mob. We think this is. Since that first time, I've topped him more than I've bottomed. I've evenlearned to really like the role, seeing the look on his face when he hitsthe zone is enough to keep me pounding his cute little butt for the rest ofour days. Besides, I get plenty of attention from him.We were quite a sight I'm sure with this handsome, 6'2" lean machine andthe 5'7" 132 pound little shrimp of a guy running down the street together.I thought back and my last run had been the day before I left London.My too. Carlos was Nena's fifteen-year-old brother. Like most boys his age, he was totally preoccupied with girls. Often fantasizing about the girls in his class at school. Even when he was playing his favorite sport, soccer, he found himself thinking about some girl's boobs, or tight little butt. He was embarrassed to admit it, but he often fantasized about his older sister Mary Helen who had the best body he had ever seen on any girl.Since their home was so little, they were often at close quarters.