He knew that she is all the reason he needed for staying alive.But he did not want her memory of him to be tarnished. He did not want to be a shrivele... figure incapable of controlling his own body. He did not want machines to breathe for him or feed him through a tube.She deserved better."I want you to remember me before the cancer," he said, his own tears coursing down his face. "I want you to remember a time when I was strong enough to catch you in my arms and spin you around, to make love to. I laid my rifle down and hugged them back. That was the first time the women realized that they were taller than me. One of them said, "He's only a boy!"The other one said, "That may be, but he sure knows how to shoot!"That kind of broke the spell, and one of them said, "Can you help us find some more clothes?"I asked if they had luggage aboard the coach, and both said that they did. I went to the boot of the coach and pulled out some baggage. The women found their own carpet bags and proceeded. When you are ready, we can try other things. Baby steps, my baby boy!" She grinned at him."Thanks, mum, ever so much. Having you hear to help us, it meant a lot." Amen! Thanks Ada, for helping me convince him. He's stronger than he knows, I just have to get him to see it too!"The next couple of weeks were fun for James. With practice, he could slip into anyone's mind. He found himself skipping from person to person in his classes, finding most people boring, a surprising number were so self. I was entranced and instinctively reached for my cock. But I didn’t need to do too much to it before it was as rigid as granite. She shivered, shuddered and swayed; moving up and down on the couch, moaning softly, then she stopped and reached for my hand with a look of appeal in her azure eyes. She need not have worried. I kept one hand firmly on my cock while I buried one then two fingers into the silky depths of her rear. It was amazing to feel her muscles alternately tighten then relax.