. ... if you can imagine it.God!It was something only God could pull off.But ... why?Why here ... why now?I’ve always believed. Always ... until I ...egan to wonder if the atheists might be right and it all ends when we die.Life can’t be that cold and final, can it? Some nights I’d lie in bed and worry about what would be coming after I stopped breathing. Would it hurt? Would I be afraid? Would I see loved ones? My mother and father? Grandma?These doubts have haunted me for years, and now it. Bret's day went as follows: 0600-0700 10 mile run, 0715 - 0745 breakfast, 0800 -1000 practice throwing, catching, and hitting a softball. 1015 - 1215 practice hitting, stopping and dribbling a soccer ball, 1230 - 1300 lunch, 1315 -1500 reading and learning rules and strategy of softball, 1515 - 1645 reading and learning rules and strategy of soccer. 1700 – 1745 dinner, 1800 -2000 review and practice of morning lessons.This was the routine for Bret, for the week following the Olympics. Being. Once everyone was gone, I went over and found Kimberly in the booth where the pictures come through and are processed. I asked her if she had enjoyed what she was looking at. Kimberly was shy at first and said she didn't know what I meant. I told her, I could see you staring at my pants, eying my hard cock. I got harder watching you staring, I told her.Kimberly looked at me, surprised, but then curious, she asked, really? I told her I was horny from her flirting earlier when she was wanting to. . I can feel your cock in my mouth... Head first... Then shaft... Oh my how good it feels... Just like fuckin my pussy but i can almost touch your balls with my tongue.... I hold on to your thighs as you pull me on. And force myself off so only the head is in my mouth and i begin sucking... Just like a twister... Running my tongue along every vein...oh how i want to ride your now enlarged cock i decide i want some pussy action... I look up at you and say please.. Touch my pussy... Shes very.