I continued to lick her pussy and tickle her clit with my tongue and fingers after her mother left. Moans escaped Alissa’s mouth. Then finally, Al...ssa pushed my head and tongue form the assault on her pussy. She then turned and lifted herself onto the pool table and spread her legs wide. Then she took something out of her pocket. It was a clicker type thing with one spinning knob. “Whats that?” I asked.“The best invention of all time” Alissa said very happily. She reached down and. “That.” “Look,” I said, “normally I reject labels and roles. But since it's just us girls: Out here I may run your shit, but in the bedroom I'm definitely the bottom in this relationship. I fuck you sometimes, but it's what, four to one? Five?” “Nights?” he said. “Or... um... fuckings? You fuck me like once a week, I guess? But you count weekends, I gotta be working that ass better'n once a day. Count it by fuckings it's gotta be ten to one.” “And if there's a blowjob,” I said, “all by itself,. If she didn't react in the manner I expected, then everything I had planned would come crashing down around me in a real hurry. But hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? I was 18 years old, in my last year of high school and if all else failed, I could just take off and start fresh somewhere else. This was too golden of an opportunity to pass up - even if it potentially could put me in some very hot water.The last hour of school was absolute torture. I had no idea what the teacher was. I finally got out of the hospital around 6:30 p.m. and headed out state route 12 to our house. Libby and I had purchased five acres outside Fanole and had a 3400 square foot home built to our specifications. It was really too much space for just the two of us, but Libby had grown up living in a 7500 square foot mansion and she enjoyed all of the open space. I parked my BMW in the garage, walked in through the mudroom and into the kitchen. Libby was seated at the breakfast bar reading the TV.