I so wanted to beg him not to play. I knew in my heart that I justcouldn't. I reluctantly gave him my answer, telling him that as long as itwas ok wit... the doctor, then who was I to offer a differing opinion? "Sam, you can play --- but this is it. I don't want to hear anything outof you about football or basketball or WHATEVER! After this game nextweekend your primary goal in life will be looking after your health. Do wehave an agreement?" I wasn't my usual tentative self. I meant every. ” “You tell me a lot of things, love, and more often that not, you end up getting your way, but on this one topic…” He simply winked at her and grinned before reaching inside his pants pocket to withdraw a long, black velvet covered box. “I saw this and I knew I had to see it on you, Colby.” There was something rich and warm in the words and she felt tears being to build behind her eyes as she accepted the box with a slightly trembling hand that began to shake all the more as she lifted the lid. "The problem is that in order to explain why I won't talk, I would have to say what I'm not prepared to say."Mr Cartwright smiled. "Well put. Will you promise me that this won't happen again?"No. How could Chris promise that? It wasn't up to him. He had to stick to his word and hurt Jerry every time he pushed Shahia around. He figured that he'd have to go through this all over again at least once. But first, he was going to do a bit of boxing training, learn how to protect his head. He knew how. You men aren't the only ones that want sex. I love my husband but that still doesn't make it easy to not just let you take do what we would both like to do."Ben was happy to know that she at least wanted him as he did her. He squeezed her breast and felt her breath quicken. Her hand had dropped away from his but she reached back up and caught his hand again. "Ben, stop. That feels too good to let you continue on." Your breasts are beautiful and they feel so good in my hand. Just let me continue.