Soccer season began and I made the team. Because of my height, I wasgoalkeeper. I would have rather played midfield, but coach asked if Iwould please ...se my height to an advantage. I said yes, so I becamekeeper.When I played soccer when I was Mark, keeper was for the least athletickid on the team, because they couldn't run. Now at the high school level,being keeper was a whole different game. I had to be fast and havelightning reflexes to keep up with the game. I think it might be thehardest. He needed to find a new case study.He picked up the plastic bag that contained urine soaked jeans, opening the seal and breathing in the acrid scent. It smelt like expensive perfume to him but better. He wished he could take the time to strip down, to rub the material on his body and remember what she had felt like straining under him when he had rammed himself into her body. The sounds she had made when he forced her body sideways, despite the bonds, and fucked her anally. Her cries had been a. “Fuck you randi bitch slut, fuck you,” and released his cum and left from there. His mom called him in the morning. He said, “I won’t come, now you don’t need your son. Just fuck him, bitch.” Hearing the word, “Fuck him, bitch.” His mom got shocked.She asked. “Are you drunk? How are you talking with me? I’m your mom. Show some respect to me,” and started to cry. And he cut the call. After 1 hour she again called him. “Why are you doing this? What happened to you?”Sulav – Nothing. I don’t want. "Awww come on." Brad groaned."What?" Amy asked and then she saw it."Bitch just spilled a shit ton of creamer and just got up and left." Brad said."Awwww damnit. I'll go get a mop." How did she spill so damn much?" Brad said."I don't know. Here." Amy said, and then she smelled it. Whatever it was, it wasn't cream, it smelled like... sex... like jizz."I don't think that's cream." She said."What? What would it be then?" Brad asked."I don't know." Amy replied."Scoop some up in this then." Brad.