That was a long time ago...I became aware of my unique condition, in my thirty-fourth year. An arrow had pierced my armor. I lay dying in a tent on th...t lonely battlefield.The king's surgeon had treated me. That is to say, he'd removed the arrow and had packed my wound with flowers of sulfur, in an attempt to quell the flow of blood. Looking back on it, I believe he was a bumbling idiot. I should have warned Richard. Breathing was difficult.I was in and out of wakefulness most of the time,. She probably didn't want me to say it. She probably wanted to smother me under her fat ass again. I wasn't going to give her the pleasure."I'm a bitch! Are you happy? I'm a bitch, okay?" You know Stacy; you used to make fun of Sharon for being gay, but where you are now?" To my horror, Jessie pressed herself against my face and began to grind against me. I tried to turn my head but it was trapped between her feet. All I could do was keep my mouth tightly closed and try not to inhale, while she. “I love you,” I tried.She accepted my offer of surrender.Before football practice, my friends about died. Coach Hope had the team meet in shorts and t-shirts in the film room.“Everyone, settle down,” he began.He had a duffle bag on the podium and he reached in and pulled out a lifelike representation of a penis. Of course a roomful of boys would laugh if they saw their football coach pull a dildo out of his bag. There were some funny comments. The one that made me laugh was along the lines of. On his rolling chair, he turned left to face me. I didn’t say anything more and just went on my knees. I started feeling his cock trying to get it hard for me while I also undid the top buttons of my shirt. “Stop! Don’t be such a slut,” Dad said. “I’m horny and I want it now,” I said looking straight in his eyes. “I understand… but wait, let’s go to home,” He offered to fuck me in my bed or may be his. “I want to suck you now,” I said and with my efforts and him loosing control over his slutty.