But I had taken it one step further than that perhaps, which became for me an obsession, but one in which I could neither deny myself, nor wanted to, ...ven though I tried over and over again without success to keep from doing it.I didn't have a thing for my sister either, though she was certainly attractive and had the attention of several boyfriends who fell all over one another vying for her attention. But I discovered because of that, I did have a thing for her soiled panties, that for. “Oh, sweetheart, I miss you too. I’ll be home soon, though. I promise. I can’t wait to see you,” you say with love and a yawn. “I know, but, oh God, I swear, baby, it has been such a horrible night. I can’t sleep at all. I’ve tried everything,” I let out a soft complaining whine. “Shh, it’s all right babe. I’m here. I want you to snuggle down into bed and close your eyes for me,” you tell me. “Okay, one second…” I adjust myself, snuggling back into my blankets. I’m lying on my back, wrapping. After that he announced that we brother and sister can chat together and he is going for sleep in another room. Children were also tired by that time and they followed their father in the bed. My sister asked me to wait for her in the drawing room as she will be back after getting fresh and changing her clothes. I started surfing tv channels in the drawing room. Didi was back within 10-15 minutes and asked me what I was doing. I told her just passing time.Then she enquired about my daily. Obviously, I had an affinity for the guys on the hockey team, and I only dreamed of being with one. Little did I know, that dream would eventually become reality. It was nearing the beginning of the first intermission, and there was a certain player, number 62, who caught my attention. He was skating back to the bench, and I happend to catch his eye too. He flashed me a huge smile, and I did the exact same back. He slowly turned and sat down, taking a big drink of Gatorade. A few minutes.