“Are you coming downstairs, bro?” he heard a voice outside the door ask. It was his older sister, Mary. Mary was 20, but still lived at home for s...me contrived reason. Johnny slowly walked downstairs and joined the rest of his family as they sat around to eat waffles. Wait, no, actually they were eating bananas, because those were more sexually suggestive even if it doesn’t make sense to eat bananas and nothing else for breakfast. Or better yet, Mary and his mother were eating bananas. At the center of the chaos stood the creature. It looked very similar to the first one, but lacking the pincers and tail. Instead, this one had overdeveloped forearms with long chains hanging out from openings at its wrists. Each link in the chains had small spikes sticking out to both sides, and at the end of both was a spiked flail. It was making good use of them, and brought them down on another car, denting the roof and smashing the windshield glass."Oh, I know how to deal with the likes of. There has to be something happening to them. Think of all the concussions they have.”He has s point, and I already made that correlation. In 1994 the NFL pretended to have a commission on the subject. Only they put a guy in charge of it that knew nothing about neuroscience or neurology and often admitted to knowing nothing about head injuries. In 2012, 4,500 players, spouses and other representatives started a lawsuit against the NFL for their part in hiding the issues and forcing players to. My cock was already twitching from her earlier show of skin.“Well. Are you going to make me pull it out?” she asked, rubbing my cock through my pants.I undid my pants, pushing them down to my knees. In the last half hour, not a single car passed us. No sooner did I get my pants down, about seven cars drove by. Lindsay didn’t see them, her eyes were looking at my cock. I recall one guy slowing down, just to give me a thumbs up when he saw Lindsay’s head bobbing in my lap. I reclined my seat.