I don’t like to merely prevail; I like to destroy my opponent. It’s always been that way with me. I have a bit of a mean streak. Now my contact sp...rts days (depending upon what you consider a contact sport), are behind me. I run six times per week, usually five miles at about a seven-minute mile pace, nothing spectacular, just enough to keep my body and mind fit. Oh, I have dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and when I’m amused I issue what could be described as half smirk, half pout, and it makes. I remember feeling so bad for you and thinking, why is he doing this to her?”“I remember that,” she said without lifting her head from the box. “I was ten years old,” she raised her head, a look of memory induced anger quickly took command of her face. “I was so mad at him then. You want to know what that whole mishegoss was about?”“I’d love to know. It’s been a festering boil on my psyche all these years.”“We were coming back from dinner and he asked me where his pen was.”A little shock wave. " Wow. How did it go?" It was great, very challenging. I liked it a lot, as long as I stayed away from their competitive games."Abby blinked. "Competitive games?" Well, not really games at all. Their Prayer of Weakness is both competitive and brutal, with a strong emphasis on performing through extreme pain. Those workouts I just avoided."Abby squinted at me, wrinkling her nose, and then she shook her head in disbelief. She pushed me back to lie flat on my back, and then she mounted me, sitting. I lay right down and spread my legs, so eager was I to touch myself.Oh the warmth that flooded my body as I reached down to touch my cunt. My lips were already puffed and wet anticipating my finger's invasion. I removed my dress to reveal my nakedness and I slowly teased myself in this delicious location. Feeling the shivers and heat that pulsed as I touched myself never coming close to my clit. I was in heaven.While I was laying there probing, rubbing, and touching myself, I was unaware that.