I had only met Roger earlier that day when I was playing billiards at a local gay bar. I am not really an athlete, but I do love billiards and consid...r myself a good player. However good I am, I found out Roger is better and he took great pleasure in teaching me and my ass what it means to be a "sore" loser. It was a saturday afternoon and the bar was empty except for the bartender, a couple of regulars, and Roger. I was casually playing a game by myself when Roger started to heckle me. By the time she was nine, she knew the twelve basicpositions in the PLUN handbook and at least twovariations of each, and she had found her oldersister’s sex toys and learned to use them all, eventhe painful anal ones that brought tears to her blueeyes.Gina entered sex-service prep school at age ten,almost two years younger than most of the students andable to move a foot-long dildo in and out withouttouching it and on some days, to rotate it. Shequickly rose to top her class in both. I hired another friend to do interior and trim painting. Di got to the point where she could prep a home in a bit over a day and got ahead of the other three. So, I had her go with me to prep the interiors of homes we would paint.Di was a pretty girl, about 5’8” and thin as a rail. Her breasts were tiny, a small A cup. But, her eyes were an amazing green that went with her long red hair. She always wore cutoff shorts and a white Tee Shirt and I do not think she owned a bra, not that she needed. "You're naked." You're beautiful. And under those covers, you're naked." No I'm not," she protested. "I'm wearing my top." She dropped the blanket to her waist to show that she still had on the top she had been wearing the night before. I reached down and grabbed to blankets and tugged them off the bottom of the bed exposing her. "Hey," she yelped and grabbed for the retreating blankets. Too late and they wound up in a pile on the floor."Now you're naked," I said. She jumped out of bed and ran.