He remembers when he spent the morning before a game driving to the game in his sports car, dressed in expensive clothes like a man. Looking down at ...he fans as he passed them in the street. The same fans who now own his body. All of it. Forever.He remembers the team kit, the camaraderie with his team mates. The feeling of being a pampered star and an idol to the fans. How he yearns for a return to such freedom, as he stands stark naked, his abused arse twitching as it is free from its. In time I learned to love her soul as well as her body. She is a kind, gentle spirit who loves a sunny day among the beauty of a flower filled garden. She cries when she knows others are in pain; she cries with me when we hold each other close and watch a sad movie at home. She is all these things and I love her for each and every one.There is no greater pleasure for me then to make her happy. This I will do tonight. She sits across from me, I on the bedroom chair and she sitting comfortably on. Always butter, never jam or jelly with raisin toast. If it's not a law, it should be.Mom got the eggs, sliced them down the middle and proceeded to serve us both with a spatula. How she was able to get them out and onto our plates without breaking the yolks was one of life's miracles. It must be a Mom thing. The ham got speared with a fork. She held my piece just above my plate, waiting for me to use my fork to hold it down so she could pull hers out. A time honored tradition in our family,. Although she didn't see what I was up too, it did make her suspicious as to why I was massaging her with one hand. I then lost control, and threw the pillow to the floor and let her feet rest against my hard cock. This immediately triggered a reaction from her, when she turned back and was greeted with my pole, standing hard in my pants. What she did next shocked me. She flipped over, and whispered: "Wow cuz, I think you need to loosen up, it looks like your zip is going to burst any second"..