"So how many of those torpedoes have you nicked?" I asked Lila."Nicked!" She said with a raised eyebrow. "I earned every one of those 10 beauties." Ye...h, I'll bet and, no, I don't want to know what you did to get them," I said. "I just want to know what you have done with them." Well, Candy and me have been working like slaves in the space dock and we've managed to fix them all with pneumatic firing systems that will shoot them off without any flash to betray our presence." Good," I said. "It's. Of course I was toying with this poor bastard, he was so fucking horny and desperate to get his leg over the youngest girl on offer, his only drawback was his belief in himself to actually achieve it. That of course was up to me, I would decide if he was to have a night of bliss or another night of frustration and possible hand job, in what might have been, that sense of power is something I cherish most and I use it a lot. So as we chatted I toyed with him and started to appear more d***k than. Works for two people. Those types of games need others watching. Whatever contests you two might devise, think of them as games, not foreplay. I’m all for close cooperation when the stadium lights go out, but let’s leave a little room for competitive spirit getting there. You and your brother have competed for about everything over the years. So keep it up. You'll win each other. A hint that Mom might know something: She showed Kyle a Scientific American article claiming that females are. When you see me wheel into the aisle, you smile, and wheeled your cart over to mine. You feel a stir of female satisfaction when my jaw drops, and my eyes trail over your body. You stop beside me and let you hand rest on my arm."What a surprise this is."I manage a nod, and give you a stuttering greeting.You chat with me for a few minutes, the whole time you run your hand up and down my arm, aware that your nipples are hardening underneath the pink dress, aware that my eyes seem to be fixed on.