That you've written." This was from Cathy."It gets worse. I write under a couple of other names also. I'm Rock Stone."Cathy didn't make the connection... but Tory did. "You write Battle Babes? I've read a lot of those when we were doing po ... er, had our earlier career. It helped me to think in at least one universe the women were equal to or better than the men."I'd learn they were a little shy, now that we were together, about their past. I had cleared the air on that fast. "What's done is. ”“Uh ... okay, Mom,” I said, wondering why she was telling me this.Then she said, “I was wondering if you would mind washing my back.”“Huh?” I said stupidly.“It’s okay if you have something else to do. You don’t have to,” she returned.“No!” I almost screamed. “I don’t have anything to do.” I watched as she turned and walked up the steps, her sexy butt swaying in front of my eyes. Like a puppy I rushed to follow her, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest.“Oh, and you can take the little rubber. ...but how do you know if she's any good as a cocksucker? Its takes a special woman to suck cocks as good as I do? Do you think she can do it as good as me?" Watch me...."Tom watched in awe as his wife plunged her mouth over his now obscenely throbbing vividly red cock. As she drew up a thick trail of viscous spit ran down the shaft towards his balls. He groaned in ecstasy hoping she'd quit this torture and bring him off soon. His balls felt like they would burst and he desperately needed. ”Larry looked at me and said in a low voice “I hate this game.”I had learned to play bocce when we had lived in California. One of my dad’s friends had a bocce setup and I played all the time from ages five to nine. I’d only played occasionally since then.“Larry, I love bocce. Think they would let me play instead?”“Maybe,” he replied, then spoke to his grandfather, “Grandpa, Steve could play if you wanted.”“Him?” Don Joseph asked gruffly. “Well, I suppose.”I got up and joined them. Don Antonio.