"Get off me, you limp-dicked bastard," Barbara hissed.Despite her comments, I saw the signs she wanted me to fuck her and she wanted it rough-a long, ...hard fucking that rips orgasms from her. I pushed and buried my cock in her. I pinched her tit, squeezing and twisting her nipple until it hurt."Leave her alone, Rick," Tim said in what he probably considered a dominating tone.I turned my head to glare at him. "Touch me, Timmy boy, and I'll tear off your cock and shove it up your ass," I said.He. Were getting a divorce.”I was not surprised she cheated on Andy, nor was I sorry their marriage failed. In my opinion, Andy was better off without her. I tried to sound sympathetic, “I’m sorry that things didn’t work out for you.” I could not help adding, “We made a lot of mistakes too.”He looked at me with those big brown eyes, and I swear I saw tears forming as he spoke, “You were never a mistake. The mistake was me being a fool and letting you get away.”I sat there, taking in what he had. Mister Kline is unavailable right now. Could I take a message?" Nah. Just calling my older brother to see how he's doing. Haven't talked to him in a couple of months and just wanted to chit chat a little. Can you ask him to give me a call later today when he's got time to B.S. a little with me?" He's..He's not here now. He's on a purchasing trip and I don't expect to talk to him today." Oh! O.k. Just let him know that I called. I'm sorry but I didn't get your name when you answered." Marie.. With this power he could hookup a fan, a portable TV, and on occasion he was allowed to bring out his laptop. These were not the only items to be found in the tree house. Stephen was a fan of James Bond, Sherlock Holmes, and Encyclopedia Brown. He fancied himself a cross between a world renowned spy and private investigator. To aid him in his imagined profession, Stephen had a pair of high powered binoculars he got for Christmas, a handheld audio recorder, and his journal. This last item.