Talked about life in OK, life in his very interesting family, things like that… all while absent mindedly stroking each other. “Max?” “Mhm, Sn...wball?” “You think you’re ready to cum again?” Now, I had cum buckets into my bf’s tight boypussy during our life changing fuck in his parent’s car… but I had not cum for several weeks beforehand, in anticipation of my first fuck and a week with Trent’s family. So not even the gallons of cum I pumped up my hubby’s boypussy could have drained my balls.. Both my mother and sister had come in without disturbing me so I left the house without disturbing them either.Mr. Olsen greeted me with a warm handshake. "Did you play last night?" He asked."No Sir. I didn't get to dress for the game but I was there. It was pretty bad." What are the chances you'll play next week?" Not good. The coach doesn't even know I exist," I said, feeling depressed about the prospects of me playing at all, unless it was with the B team. There were two B team games. I looked into her wise, deep brown eyes and without warning ejaculated.God, I was so embarrassed.I collapsed into her arms, weeping.“I CAN’T UNDERSTAND why I am having such a strong reaction to combat. I have been in combat much of my adult life. I have made my profession combat arms. I have held dear friends as they bled out waiting for dust-off. But I’ve never had this reaction. Why?”I felt Cindy’s arms squeeze me gently.“Do you remember the dickhead yanking off your leg?”I shuddered.“Yes. I. "Ellen, hasn't Georgebeen seeing a therapist?" Why yes for several years." Perhaps we should ask him what to do." That is still a brilliant idea. I have her number in my phone. I'llcall her right now."An hour later, Ellen rejoined her friends. "Let's go ladies. I need tofind the doctor. I know what I have to do. I can only pray George willforgive me if I am wrong."The two couldn't wait. Riding up in the elevator, they threatened Ellenwith bodily harm if she didn't spill the beans."Okay. .