I wanted to be excited and I wanted to win. But that was it.The game was close throughout. We trailed, for only the second time all season, when we st...rted a drive midway through the fourth quarter. We got to USC's six yard line before we bogged down. I threw two straight incompletions before Coach Brown called for the Big Bang. It was the only one of Sara's plays we hadn't run all season, and the only one that didn't have me throw a pass.It was the perfect play because everyone in the stadium. And now he’s gone. Bitter sadness and helpless anger struggled inside her at a deadlock, but the sheer sense of loss finally won out. Despite only seeing him now and then, living in a world without her dad felt off, wrong somehow. This just isn’t how it’s supposed to be. It’s not fair. It’s not. It’s just not! “Heard you’re goin’ to Truliet in a few months here? You’re what, thirteen?” Samantha yelled, her dark ponytail whipping about in the wind. Truliet was purportedly the high school for. Eddie and Joe continued to quietly improvise.“What do you want us to talk about?” Eddie asked.“Whatever you want,” Hank said.“Rachel?” Eddie asked.“Tell us about the bass,” Rachel said, noticing the similarity to Rachel’s bass.So Joe and Eddie took turns talking about meeting Nigella and heading up to Woodstock twenty years before.“So Joe was still your bassist,” Hank asked. His voice was quieter than theirs in the mic, but that was a convention of such interviews.“Not anymore,” Joe. He was sucking on my nipples and kissing me deep. It felt wonderful. He kept telling me how much he loved my big mommy nipples and full swollen pussy lips. He was quickly down licking my pussy and even my ass. It was driving me crazy. He was whispering that I had a cunt made for fucking and that he planned to pound the shit out of me before he was done. I almost came right then. I love nasty talk. Before I knew it he had two big thick fingers deep inside me and was going crazy fucking me with.