The team trainers and physicians checked me from head to toe, paying particular attention to my left knee. They also expressed concern for how the cut...on my left hand had healed after the Iowa game last fall. I didn't see what the big deal was. I got cut. It healed. I played the next weekend.Head Coach Steve Spagnuolo, Josh McDaniels, the offensive coordinator, Tom McMahon, the special teams coach and Nolan Cromwell, the wide receivers coach, took me to the other side of the Missouri River to a. As the day wore on, I wondered if Lois sucked and, if not, whether Sarah did. We had only discussed sex in long poetic verse, and never once did I blurt out: Would either of you girls like to give me a blow job?Of course, I am the guy who fell on his ass trying to help Lois with a box full of dishes.I didn't know Lois and Sarah were lesbians."We're lesbians," Sarah said after dinner.I nodded. Men know about lesbians, read about them and sometimes hear them on television talk shows. Nobody lives. The girls had decided that they would draw lots for the order and after being secured in place I would take them anally and while I was inside their butt an inflatable dildo would be inserted into their vagina and no less than 10 pumps. Then and only then could they be branded. Anna was first and said the tears were joy as this was what she wanted from the start. Felisha was second and thanked me for restraining her as she was terrified of being branded, but wanted it more than anything. Cari. Nalice moved quietly back intothe room and moved a stool to the head of the bed. She sat down andcradled the sleeping woman's head between her hands.She entered the depths of the sleeping mind and sensed the disparateminds crowding together in the same space. It was time to bring themtogether as one. She passed her hands through each of the tapestries shehad woven in turn and began to choose strands from the best of each ofthem. Strands that would bind and shape. Each creating a design.
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