And while I was still quite a ways from relief, I felt Mom move in a way that told me I had wakened her. Even her breathing had hesitated. I too stopp...d jerking, but my cock was still hard and my hand was still on it. And then I felt her hand atop mine and I heard her voice, barely a whisper."Don't waste it, Mitchell. I really need it."All my thoughts, my inhibitions crumbled. The walls of my fortress fell under the cannonade of her whisper. The soft touch of her hand on mine, and on my cock,. Two Comanches actually fell to the ground from this one shot. There was a lot of cheering from within the shed and on its roof as this remarkable shot was appreciated. John laughed as he stuck his head down through the hole in the roof and said, "That wuz some fine shot, but don't waste yer ammunition showin' off. We knows y'all boys are good shots." Laughter and jeers answered his statement, but it was followed by, "Shore, Cap'n. We knows ya're right. We'll quit foolin' around."It was nearly. Since Chris had enjoyed herself so much, I knew I’d need to work on adopting a slave’s accepting attitude to survive any future games. There certainly were more to come in my future.Any faint hopes that Chris had forgotten about the party disappeared when she phoned me from work saying, “I’ll be leaving work shortly; you’d better get ready. Remember we have a party to go to tonight.”The sweetness in her voice was meant for anyone in her office who might overhear her side of the conversation.. The wedding was set for the sixth of July and we were going to be out for a little over two weeks, but if we wanted, he said, we could come home early, maybe. We’d just have to see.The end of the school year came and went. I was ranked third in the class, mostly because I didn’t do sports. I wanted to play softball, but they had an issue with it and I just gave up. They did say I could play in the fall if I wanted, so I’d think about it. I might still be busy with the flight thing. We were up.