" I beat you at a game of pool, that's all," I looked at the two guys behind him. "You two, you have to be smarter than this. We're not in high school... If you guys beat me up, I will report it. If you touch my girlfriend, I will report it. You're looking at some sort of felony assault charges, maybe worse. Can this asshole's father get you out of those kind of charges?"Neither guy looked like he was happy with the situation. They glanced at each other."We're just here to make sure that Fred. It looked like the little copper sphere just popped into existence, hovering beside him. He reached and plucked it out of the air.That’s how fast Bobby Wilson could improve, when he was motivated to improve.That night, when we went to bed, I enforced the foot of empty space between us. I didn’t want to, but I did. I also told him what he’d done to me earlier and asked him to try not doing that anymore, because it made me helpless. I didn’t want to be helpless if somebody came through the door. The time at home with mom was wonderful: always beautiful and fresh and of excellent good humor, ready for a rogue comment or a kiss at any time. That really was the most wonderful thing for me: I could kiss her at any time, in any way. She was always ready.Working time in the house was not of major importance, although I cannot deny that seeing naked sweaty twins in the basement was very nice. The only incident worth mentioning was that the day we were in the barn, after a long morning of. Suddenly you start fingering me hard, you want me to cum. “Baby, stop!” I beg, “I’m going to cum!” You stop abruptly. I whimper, “Baby don't stop.” You come over to my ear as your fingers grab my nipple. You pinch and twist the pink nub as you whisper, “What did you say my love?” I almost roll my eyes. Who am I kidding? I love the assertiveness. I say, “Please don’t stop, sir.” You say, “Mmm, that's a little better. I will let it slide, this time.” Your fingers start traveling down, over my.