I looked over to her with a grin and she pretended to drop the chalk and bent over to pick it up and I could see the bottom of her ass stiking out of ...er skirt. God this wasn’t fair she kept pulling out all the stops to distract me but I still ran the table and got down to the 8 ball before I realized that she hadn’t taken a shot. She was starting to look nervous. “Are you hustling me?” “I would never, are you trying to distract me?” She giggled, blushed and looked away. I lined up and called. She rubs the tip ofher finger around the entrance, teasing it. The tip of her finger slidesin just a little and I moan. I cut off the whimper and bite my lip.That felt... surprisingly nice. Did that sound come out of me?I relax a bit.Her finger slides in without any discomfort. Then back out again. Thenin, slowly. Back and forth. Each time it slides in, my body jumpsslightly, unable to process the intruding feeling. It retreats for amoment and presses again at the entrance. It slides in. "Yes, you're right, Mr. Highsmith." Thought so. The rest of those guys don't. They all wanted markers thatshoot as many balls as fast as possible. Guys like that come outblasting, spraying paint all over the place, wasting ammo and gas. It'sa macho thing. Her marker can't shoot nearly as fast but it's a lotmore accurate and can shoot farther. If she's smart about it, she canget them before they can get her." If Patricia is anything, it's smart." I've seen a small group of experienced young. Must be sprained, too. Does it hurt when I do this?" she asked as she began massaging my 'sprain' up and down."Um, no," I answered anxiously."Follow me, Ray." And she gets up and walks down the hallway.I followed her into the bathroom, naked from the waist down, where she ran the water, then washed my dick and balls with warm soap and water.I've washed them many times but it never ever felt that good before. At this point I began to be less afraid and more intrigued with where things seemed to.