V., and then at lunch time she made us some sandwiches and we sat out back on the deck. I again asked whats up with this surprise and she said OK its ...ime. "I know you know I'm very much in love with you by now brother dear. Well I want you to know that I love you in a way that I shouldn't but I do. Well, I know I am young and you probably think that I am nuts here, but I have talked it over with mom and dad and they agree." "WHAT???" I yelled, "you told mom and dad about this?" I asked. "Are. Dad even said it once, that I was his favorite. Though his room was dark and hadn’t been sat in for a while, it still held his warmth. Tonight, after what happened to Richard, I missed my father. I went to Dad’s large DVD collection of classic cinema. He was the one who got me into watching black and white movies. It started with his westerns, so he could assert his masculinity, but a majority of his movies were romance and melodramas. His favorite actress was Bette Davis. He said she wasn’t. Her head was swimming as all of the conflictingthoughts rolled through her mind. Thinking back over the last severalweeks, pretty much all she could remember was hanging out with hergirl-friends or the other girls on the squad. She.... remembered....her and the other girls watching the guys running through theirdrills. She.... "remembers".... being impressed at how fast they canrun, how high they jumped, how strong they seemed. And she paled atrealizing she would no longer be one of those. Next, he impatiently pushed his bull-cock straight into me as I grunted like a wounded animal. With both his hands on my head he rode me like a rodeo cowboy. My yelping even outdid Ruth’s and I could tell that he was pleased by my noise.“Yes, squeal pussy-boy, this arse of yours was made to be used… How does it feel to be fucked by prime farming beef…? Answer me you little bitch.”“Incredible… use me, fuck me,” I intoned.‘What the hell,’ I rationalized; ‘a bit of discomfort is worthwhile when.