It was almost 6PM when we got checked in. We all went into the locker room, though just before it was time for my fight Grandmother would go sit in th... stands. We were in what was the home team locker room, which was supposed to be the nicer of the two. There was an exercise bike, so I started riding after changing into workout clothes. I set a snail’s pace that was maybe a mile or so an hour.I started my breathing exercises and started to visualize the fight, going over how I wanted to the. I can not believe how my lovely wife let him abuse her beautiful warm breast.George call me to stand next to them then pull the pink nipple as hard as he can with his left thumb and index then ,while the right nipple is obscenely stretched,pierce it with the nails of the right thumb and index,i can see his sharp nails touching trough my wife delicate areolas,he is ruining Andrea nipple forever.George pierce and pull the sensitive nipple over and over,until it is utterly wrecked and flaccid. It felt totally exposed. It had never felt so vulnerable in its entire brief life. Suddenly it felt moisture covering and surrounding it. This felt different from spring or summer rains it had felt in the past. There was a warmth to the liquid that sank right into itself. The warmth started carrying all of its cares away. As the liquid penetrated The Peach, it relaxed and didn't even notice when it was sealed into the container and the 'sun' set, again.Before long there was a knock at the door,. “Put your hands down ... Pathetic, hardly any tits yet. I don’t see why your father thinks you’re so pretty.”She came over and grabbed my chin hard. Her voice was quiet and icy.“I think you need to be taught some humility. What do you think? Answer me!““I don’t know.”“The correct answer is, ‘Yes, Mother.’”“Yes, Mother.”“On your knees.”“No!”“Don’t you ever say no to me.”She raised her hand like she was going to hit me. I tightened up all over. I don’t know if she was really going to do it, but.