“Do you really think I am going to let you take my daughter's away from me?” Fred says. “Fred, this is my lawyer. I have not call child protecti...e services yet, because I do not want to cause my girls anymore trauma than necessary. Sign these papers and let's be done with this matter and you can go back to chasing those women and gambling your car dealership away” Ben tells him.“Fred, sign the fucking papers. We are not going back to that house with you. We live here. This is our home and our. " She patted his crotch. Panicked, he felt his organ begin to swell. He tried to think of something that would make it go down again -- getting it caught in a doorway? Slicing it off with a knife? Too late."And quite a peppy little pecker, too, I see." Aunt Teddy swung him around on the stool so he was facing her -- or, rather, his crotch was facing her, at eye level. His aunt continued to caress his cock through his jeans, and it stiffened and strained against the zipper.Trevor swayed on the. My body was reserved for my husband only, and in no way was I going to give it to my son. Famous last words. Spurned and rebuked, he backed away he yelled back that he knew what I was reading on the web, that I was lying about not wanting it. Why hadnt I stopped him from touching me if I didnt want him to do more then just touch? Then he stormed to his room. For the next few days hardly a word passed between us, creating a chilled atmosphere. I was angry with him for entertaining such. He liked his job, most of thetime - stealing information and selling it to the highest bidder,again and again, sometimes stealing and selling at the same time,changing names and addresses several times a year in order to stay outof public recognition. He'd dyed his hair so often that he couldn'teven remember what the original color was. And he'd brokered so muchinformation between industrial competitors that his and Dennis' bankaccounts swelled with the promise of early, easy retirement.But.