Not size, so much."George grinned at me across the table. "Not size?" Style, George, is everything."He turned back. "You heard her, Michael. You have ...ny substantial, sylish, solid meat?"Michael was a swarthy European looking type. One of those guys who always looks at though he hadn't bothered to shave. I was a little surprised to see his face go bright red, before he ran off toward the kitchen."George, now that's quite enough. They don't get paid nearly enough to put up with that." Stella, he. His eyes were blazing and I was afraid he was going to do something foolish or dangerous.My mother smiled and said, "You have quite a catch in Davy. He's a very fine young man." It was the first time she ever referred to Davy as anything other than a boy. I was startled and then realized Davy, my Davy was indeed a man in every sense of the word.We had been going out to "our farm" on weekends and I helped Davy build our house to John's plans. At first Davy thought it was foolishness to want so. I don't think you've learned your lesson."Now she spoke, rushing to get the words out of her mouth, fearful that my next move would be another backhand."I did. I swear to God I learned my lesson. Please. Please let me go. I won't fuck with another guy. I won't. Please. Please."Her pleading got quieter as I turned my back on her and walked away from the inversion table."Hector" I said, and my henchman instinctively knew what to do.He grabbed the top of the inversion table and swung it. She said she’d put shampoo in my hair for me if I helped her too, and I agreed. It eventually went from washing each other with soap all around the body to fingering/handjobs to kissing and penetration. The shower was a bit cramped and the water was creating friction so we both came out and did it on the bathroom floor. She was moaning(parents were away) and that got me off so fast. After I finished I didn’t feel as famished as before, and I leaned over and just started making out with her. I.