Message-ID: <32211asstr$998871003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <001701c12e68$c4972200$da7cf2d0@wards> From: "Bill Morgan" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2462.0000 X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 15:53:19 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} NEW from Morgan:CYNTHIA MARTIN 8 of 8 M/F Rom x-asstr-message-id-hack: 32211 Date: Sun, 26 Aug 2001 20:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, kelly <1st attachment, "Cindy 8.txt" begin> The following is a work of fiction regarding sexual relationships. If you feel that it is illegal, immoral, or otherwise improper for you to read this, then *Don't Read It.* * * * *Cynthia Martin Part 8 of 8* *Copyright (c) By Morgan, 1991, 2001* The first five parts of this book show a total of six parts. You'll notice that it's now up to eight. The reason is -- as you will see in this part -- the book takes a turn and really becomes the start of a different book altogether. I was going to truncate it and pick up the balance in a subsequent book. However, it turned out not to be possible. As noted below, this is part of the Ali Clifford saga. What this means is that characters recur in other books and reference is made to events in them as well. Anyway, it's longer than I intended, and it does stop rather abruptly. Sorry about that. Please note the original copyright date. This story was basically written ten years ago. As a result, you will likely find obsolete references. I'm afraid you'll just have to live with it; it's too tedious trying to keep up with the latest and greatest. This book is part of the Ali Clifford saga and is a sequel to -- and much longer than -- _Call Girls._ If you haven't read it, I urge you to do so. Without having read it, the actions in the first few pages will not make any sense. Incidentally, you will find occasional entries, _word_. The reason for this is that MS Word's Auto Format function puts a word preceded and followed by an underscore in italics; that's my intent. Similarly, *word* results in the word appearing in bold face. If you use Word's Auto Format, it will take care of things; if you don't, you at least know why it's there. More of my works are posted on my site If you like it -- or if you don't -- please let me know at My books are now also being posted on although at this writing there are fewer of them than on my site. * * * *Chapter 62* It was late Friday night when Vangie awakened from a sound sleep in her darkened bedroom. For an instant she couldn't figure out what had awakened her, and then she heard Kris give a soft cry and clutch at her in her sleep. Vangie was sleeping on her side with Kris in her arms. Gently, she ran her hands over the young girl's shoulders and could feel her shaking when she did. Keeping her voice very low she whispered, "Kris? Kris, darling..." The girl murmured and spoke as if still asleep, "God, please don't make me stay here another night! I want my mother so badly!" Then her words were mixed with unintelligible sounds so Vangie could no longer tell if the girl was trying to say something or not. The first thing Kris had done when they returned to the Stewart's the evening before was to jump into the shower while the lovely suit she had been wearing was left downstairs waiting to go to the cleaners. It might even be necessary to replace it because it stank so much of the jail. She was afraid the odors would never come out. _It's so typical of Kris,_ she thought. _In the courtroom the girl had been so poised and self-assured, it was easy to forget how young she really is. It's now so clear that her experience in the jail for two days was far more frightening than she had previously let on. God, thank You,_ she prayed, _for bringing me such a living angel!_ Vangie realized the girl's body was now utterly perfect. Her thighs and pelvis were already fully developed and were very womanly and feminine. Even her breasts, although not yet fully sized, were perfect in shape with lovely pink nipples that stood up so proudly. Vangie squeezed the girl harder and whispered, "Kris! Kristin, honey?" louder, this time. She was holding the girl tightly and was prepared for her initial struggles that immediately followed as she awakened. "It's all over, darling," her mother said softly. "No one will hurt you again... ever!" Now Kris realized where she was. She tried to wriggle even closer to her mother, molding her slender body to Vangie's. "I was having a bad dream, Mom. I'm awfully sorry I woke you up!" Giving her another squeeze, she replied, "I'm not! I'm not sorry at all, Kris. You can't know how wonderful it feels to be able to protect you, honey. While you were having your bad dream -- you dreamt you were still in that stinking jail -- I was reminding myself that you're really still only a little girl. And that's despite your medical and legal knowledge coupled with the way you took apart that insufferable bitch in the courtroom today. "Honey, parents want the opportunity to protect their children. We want you to come and snuggle when you're scared or sick or hurt. Do you understand? It's a part of being a parent... the very best part. We want to feel needed sometimes." Vangie felt Kris's sweet lips on hers followed by the loveliest kiss she could ever remember. She just kissed the girl back while hugging her tightly and heard her sigh with pleasure. "Mommy, how did I ever get to be so lucky? You can't know what you do to me and for me. I give you nothing but trouble and you give me everything in the world. Isn't there anything I can do for you and Dad? Anything at all?" Vangie kissed her again and smelled the wonderfully clean and fresh odor of her body. It was a smell of sweetness and youth. "Darling, you just don't understand. You can't believe what it's like for me to just hold you in my arms the way I am now. Kristin Bradley, you're a feast for the senses." She kissed her again and said, "Are you ready to go back to sleep now?" The girl just snuggled even closer and murmured. Soon, Vangie could feel her body relax in sleep. * * * The wedding the next day in Deerfield was a lovely ceremony attended by many more people than Vangie or Ed expected. All of Ken's teammates who were in the Chicago area attended, as well as Cindy and all of the Clifford clan. When Vangie took her vows, there was only Ed standing beside her holding her hand while Cathy was her matron of honor and Ken served as his father's best man. Kris was thrilled to be the only bridesmaid. The reception was held at Janice's home and was a delight. After the reception ceremonies and the cake-cutting, Vangie threw her bouquet and then quickly went up to her room to change into her traveling clothes. When she went upstairs, Colleen Callahan accompanied her. After taking off her wedding dress Colleen asked, "Vangie, could I look at you? Please?" Vangie looked at her friend, shrugged and grinned. "Of course, darling Colleen. Heaven knows I examined you often enough... as if you were a human cow!" She stood up straight while Colly looked her over carefully. Then she gently ran her fingertips lightly over Vangie's smooth skin. "Vangie, you're utterly exquisite! I really don't know how you did it. All I know is that you now look like the Vangie I knew was there all the time." While she was speaking, she gently cupped Vangie's breasts and tweaked her dainty nipples into erection. As she did, she was amazed as her friend began tocry. "Colly," she sobbed, "my nipples and tits are unused. I wanted my baby to have mother's milk, but Heaven forbid it be mine! Maybe that's why my tits look the way they do." "Vangie Bradley, stop that talk this minute! All you see in the mirror is what's been there all the time. I said it before and I'll say it again: Vangie Collins Bradley, you're a wonderful person who's done a marvelous job of keeping it a big secret... particularly from yourself! Ed Bradley is a very lucky man. I only pray that he'll be worthy of you." Vangie just looked at her friend strangely. She didn't have the first clue what she could be talking about. * * * For reasons Vangie and Ed didn't really understand, they had been urged to head right out for Maui where she and Ed were intending to honeymoon, rather than staying overnight in Chicago and leaving the following day. It was only when they were on their way to O'Hare that she became aware of not seeing Cathy, Ken, or Kris when she threw her bouquet nor were they around when they got into the limousine amid a flurry of confetti and paper flower petals. Unfortunately, their honeymoon trip to Maui was shaping up to be both long and tedious. Their United flight from Chicago connected at San Francisco with a flight to Honolulu, followed by another plane change for the short hop over to Maui. Vangie was a little disappointed because, although there was a nonstop to Hawaii, she had been convinced by the young people that the timing would be too tight for them to make it. When they were in their seats headed for San Francisco, she turned to Ed and kissed him. Then she stood up, took a blanket from the overhead bin and wrapped herself in it. Ed saw her make some strange-looking contortions under the blanket. Then she took his arm and pulled it around her. His eyes widened as he realized she had taken off her top and was now bare to the waist. After putting his hand on her breast, she smiled at him and said, "Ed, I hope you're a tit man. I've been working very hard and I hope you like what I've made for you. Do you? He cupped her full breast in his hand and squeezed. When he did, she moaned softly and tried to move even closer to him. "Vangie," he said, "You are simply perfect! I was teasing you but I was serious, too. You're so beautiful no one would believe you could possibly be more than about twenty-five. Meanwhile, I look like an old fart!" He looked at her and continued, "Darling, I'm being very serious now. Would you like me to dye my hair or something to get rid of the gray?" She looked at him in genuine shock. "Edgar Bradley!" she exclaimed. "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard! Why you... you look so distinguished." Then she looked at him carefully and said, "Darling, graying at the temples why you're in your early thirties gains some respect. Businessmen don't think you're just some young kid!" She looked at him carefully and made a warm sound deep in her body and said, "Honey, you're perfect! My God! Your muscles are so powerful! I really can't wait... And your cock is absolutely gigantic." She was very serious as she added, "I hope it rips me in half. If it does, there will be a lot of blood and you might think I'm still a virgin. Honey, I want so badly to be good for you and to you. You can't know how much I love you!" He just squeezed her full tit. They fell asleep with his arm still cupping her breast as the plane cruised westward toward the Pacific coast. When they arrived in San Francisco, they waited in their incoming boarding area for their flight call to Hawaii. They had thought about going out to United's Red Carpet Club, but decided there really wasn't that much time and they were only one gate away from their Honolulu flight anyway. While chatting with Ed, Vangie's attention was drawn to a young woman with two children, a girl of about five and a little boy of about seven. She had noticed the woman making a phone call and now she was waiting anxiously in the boarding area for their flight to be called. Vangie had very sharp ears and overheard the children asking about food. The woman said no after checking her purse and then told them there would be food served on their flight to San Diego. Vangie didn't think there would be, given the time of day and the fact that, in spite of the distance, San Francisco San Diego was considered to be little more than a shuttle. Then she overheard the little girl ask her mother about going to Disneyland. Would they be close to it, and, if so, could they go? The young woman just shook her head. Then Vangie overheard the woman mention that they were just going to say goodbye to Daddy who was going out on his carrier, the RANGER, and then were going right back home to Norfolk. At that point Vangie excused herself to Ed and went over to a gate agent who was making the advance setup preparations before checking-in another flight. She spoke very quickly to the agent and then reached into her purse. Ed had been watching the whole thing but Vangie hadn't said a word to him. Whatever she took from her purse caused the gate agent's eyes to bulge. The agent made a phone call and again her eyes registered surprise at what she heard. Hanging up, she made another call and wrote some information down. Then she picked up her PA mike and said, "Would Karen Brady please check with the United Airlines agent at Gate 37. Karen Brady, please! Gate 37." Vangie had returned to the gate area by this time and was near the woman who obviously was Karen Brady. Her little girl was just starting to doze in a chair and she was obviously torn by indecision. She wanted to respond to the page but didn't want to awaken the little girl or leave her alone. Vangie said, "May I help? Perhaps I could stay with your children while you respond to the page. You are Karen Brady, aren't you?" The woman nodded and Vangie smiled warmly saying, "I just heard you paged. Gate 37 is right over there," she said, pointing toward the gate. "I'll be right here in sight all the time." Karen Brady looked at Vangie and saw a beautiful and beautifully-dressed young woman who she trusted on sight. She smiled warmly, thanked her, and went over to the counter. From Ed's vantage point he could keep his eyes on the woman although she was now out of Vangie's sight-line. He watched as she identified herself to the agent who smiled and gave her an envelope. Karen opened it and found it contained twenty one-hundred-dollar bills. Her jaw dropped when she realized what she had just received. She began to question the agent who at first pretended to know nothing about the envelope. Karen persisted, though, and Ed could see the agent finally tell her the truth. When Karen Brady came storming back towards Vangie, Ed rose from his chair. He headed the woman off just before she reached Vangie and said, "Mrs. Brady, I'm Ed Bradley, Vangie's husband. I'm not sure exactly what my wife just did, but I think I could make a pretty good guess. Why don't you two go over there and talk about it," he said, indicating the chairs where their carry-on bags were sitting. "I'll stay her and keep your children company. There's no sense getting them upset, is there?" Mrs. Brady's first reaction was one of surprise and she was still upset from her conversation with the gate agent. But she nodded her head and they rejoined Vangie. Ed winked and sat down between the little boy and girl. He spoke to them and moments later the little boy gave him a book, which he began reading to them. Meanwhile, the women moved over to the other group of chairs out of earshot of the children. When they were seated, Karen said, "What's going on, Mrs. Bradley? That gate agent admitted that you gave her two thousand dollars to give to me. Why? Are you absolutely nuts?" "You need the money, Karen. I have money. What's the big deal? Look, your husband's ship is sailing from San Diego... probably for the Indian Ocean and the war in the Gulf. He'll be gone for quite awhile and it's dangerous. You brought the kids all the way out here -- from Norfolk, wasn't it? -- to say goodbye to their daddy. Unfortunately, you're really cutting it close on money to make it all work out. Believe me, I know all the signs. I should apologize for spying, I suppose, but I saw you counting the money in your purse and doing some quick mental arithmetic when your kids wanted you to buy them some food. Let's face it. On this trip you're cutting things very close... too close!" She paused and then asked, "Does your husband have any leave time he could take to spend with you and kids before RANGER sails?" Karen had been looking at Vangie as if she were a mind reader or a psychic. Her jaw had dropped and she finally whispered, "I'm afraid you're right, Mrs. Bradley," she admitted with a warm smile. "As far as leave is concerned, I know Bill could take some. That's what we were planning to do until I got some unexpected bills that blew our budget for the trip into a cocked hat. Under the circumstances, we really shouldn't have come at all, but..." "...But you so badly want him inside you one last time before he sails," Vangie finished. "You really love him desperately, don't you?" Karen Brady couldn't understand what was happening, but this woman certainly got her love for Bill right. She so desperately wanted him inside her! Pulling herself together, she sat up straight, nodded her head in response to Vangie's comment and asked, "But what does additional leave have to do with anything? Of course, your wonderful gift starts to make it look possible..." "Great!" Vangie exclaimed. Then she glanced at her watch and said, "Now move your tight little ass! You don't have much time to feed those children before they call your flight. There's no meal service to San Diego. I checked, but I'm pretty sure you knew that already, didn't you?" The girl nodded quickly and then studied Vangie carefully. The older woman just sat in her chair and let her look. "How old are you, Mrs. Bradley?" the girl asked. "How long have you been married?" "I'm forty-five, Karen," Vangie replied, adding with a grin, "And Ed and I have been married ever since this morning." When she stated her age, the girl's jaw dropped. Then she looked at her even more carefully and just shook her head. "That's impossible!" she exclaimed. "It's flat-out impossible! I'm thirty-one and I was trying to figure out how much younger than me you are. I had you figured for about twenty-five, give or take." "Give twenty years and you're fine," Vangie retorted with another grin. "But thank you so much for the compliment. Do I really look that young?" The girl was starting to relax now and smiled saying, "Now you're _really_ fishing for compliments. But since you ask, I've been studying you very carefully. You wear no makeup of any kind. There's nothing under that lovely silk suit but a bikini and you. Your skin has no lines, no wrinkles, and no tiny telltale scars from a face lift. Your complexion is utterly out of this world, and your hair! Utterly spectacular... and all yours, most particularly including its color." She grinned and asked, "How am I doing, so far?" Vangie held up her hands in surrender and checked her watch again. Then she said, "Look, if you tell me your husband's name, there will be a suite for you at Disneyland at the Disneyland Hotel.. That's the modern one that the monorail runs through. It will be complimentary to you. I think your husband would love the chance to be with you alone for a while, but at the same time you'll have the children in their own bedroom within the suite where you two can keep an eye on them. They would love it, too. How about it? I'm sure it's clear to you by now that I can afford it. Please? Will you accept?" The girl rose to her feet and Vangie rose, too. Suddenly the girl was in Vangie's arms, crying her eyes out. Holding her tightly, she ran her hand softly over the girl's hair and comforted her. Slowly, her tears stopped and then she lifted her head. She looked at Vangie, hugged her and gave her a very warm kiss. "There are no words to thank you, Mrs. Bradley," she said warmly. "And by the way, you wear no perfume, either, do you? -- only musk oil. And, Mrs. Bradley, you smell heavenly! But you still haven't told me why you're doing this." "Because I was born and raised an obnoxious bitch, Karen," Vangie replied. "As an adult, I retired the all-galaxy trophy for arrogance and bitchiness. I'm trying to make up for it. And the name is Vangie, short for Evangeline, if you can imagine such a name." "Were you Evangeline Pierce Collins?" the woman asked with her eyes widening. "You were, weren't you?" Vangie just nodded, then asked the girl how she could possibly know. "I used to be a researcher for _Forbes_ magazine," she said. "Yours is certainly a very different but familiar name." Then she looked even more startled and said, "You said your name is Bradley, and your husband introduced himself as Ed. Is he... Is he... Edgar Warren Bradley, by any chance?" "I'm very happy to say, he is," Vangie replied. "It sounds like you know him, too." Then she very quickly explained about Cathy and Ken and how, in trying to marry off their children, they fell in love themselves. Then Karen Brady smiled and put out her hand. Vangie took it in a very firm grip. The girl said, "Okay, now I believe you. I guess between the two of you, you can afford a couple of thousand dollars without a sharp drop in your standard of living. It's been awhile but I guess you have a couple of billion dollars between you." Vangie just reddened and Karen Brady continued, "Needless to say, I'll be eternally grateful to you both, as will my husband, Bill. I'll ask my children to say a prayer for you every night. Now, come along with me." The girl took Vangie's hand and led her back to where her children were waiting. She said, "This is my son, Billy, and my daughter, June. Kids, remember all the stories Daddy and I read to you about the fairy godmother?" The two children nodded eagerly. "Well," Karen continued, "Guess what? I want you to meet your own fairy godmother. I know she's not wearing the long dress you usually see in the pictures, but those stories were from a long time ago, and even fairy godmothers change their style of clothing once in a while. They even change the style of their hair. But just look, kids! Have you ever seen a woman who's so beautiful before? So regal? June, I'll bet she would even be willing to give you a kiss if you ask her nicely. You see, your fairy godmother is sending us to Disneyland with Daddy. She heard your wish, pumpkin, and is making it come true." The five-year-old was a beautiful little girl with blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes. Her eyes were now as big as saucers as she looked up at Vangie, who dropped to her knees to be closer to her. Then with a great cry, "Fairy Godmother!" she launched herself into Vangie's arms. Vangie held the little girl tightly and gave her a wonderfully warm kiss. "Oh thank you, Fairy Godmother! I've prayed and prayed and hoped and hoped and you're making it all come true!" The little girl was positively beaming as she just stood as close to Vangie as she could get. Billy tried to act older for his little sister's benefit, but his eyes were as big as saucers, too. Still holding June in the crook of her left arm, Vangie reached out her right toward him. He launched himself and gave her a big hug and a kiss. She kissed each of them warmly and felt tears in her eyes as she did. The children were so happy, it warmed her heart. When they reluctantly let go and she was standing up again, Karen said, "Let me." With that she, too, launched herself into Vangie's arms and kissed and hugged her. "I guess you're never too old to have a fairy godmother, are you?" Then she whispered, "Thank you, Vangie, from the bottom of my heart." Then she released her and asked, "Could I have your address? The least I can do is send you some pictures." Vangie took out one of her cards, scribbled the Kapalua address on the back, and gave it to her. Then Karen winked as she led the kids away in the direction of the snack bar. As they left, they heard the little girl, June, say, "Mommy, she's a real queen, isn't she? She even smells like a queen and her skin is so soft and she kisses so nicely..." Ed was standing beside her. As the Brady's moved away, he took Vangie and then folded her into his arms. "Thank you, darling," he whispered. "That was the finest wedding present I could ever imagine!" Then he looked at her and nodded happily. Vangie raised an eyebrow and he just grinned. "Golly," he said, "this is something I never even thought about. I knew fairy godmothers were something special, but it never occurred to me that it could be possible actually to make love to one!" He looked at her very seriously and added, "It just goes to show you! I guess I've known for years that fairy tales were sort of cleaned up for little children. I knew they took out a lot of the violence from the original folk tales, but now I feel like such a fool! It never occurred to me that they would take out the sex scenes, too, but of course they would, wouldn't they?" He held her tightly and asked, "Is your cunt flowing, darling?" "Of course, darling," she replied. "I'm in your arms, aren't I?" *Chapter 63* Although it was only eight o'clock in the evening when they finally reached their hotel on Maui, it was five hours later by their biological clocks, still running on Chicago time. Vangie and Ed were shown to their suite by the assistant manager on duty, but they were surprised that she didn't accompany them into the suite to show them around as was the usual practice. When they entered the sitting room, they instantly discovered the reason. Cathy, Ken and Kris were all sitting there waiting for them. Kris looked up, feigning a bored look, and said, "Gee, parents, it took you long enough! I was about to give up on you two and go to bed." Then with a yelp she abandoned her pose and leaped into her mother's arms. Vangie's mind, perhaps because she was tired, was just beginning to register the young people's presence. Then she felt a strange feeling of pleasure, realizing that her whole family was out on the island with them. In spite of being on their honeymoon, she was already missing Kris and she was sure Ed was, too. She hugged the girl tightly and kissed her, but then looked at her sternly and said, "Kristin Bradley, what are you doing out here? Why aren't you at the Stewarts where you belong? You were going to help Jan with her baby, remember?" Then she just shook her head sadly and said, "From the looks of things, there was enough time to make the nonstop, wasn't there?" The younger Bradleys just grinned at her. Kris ignored the comment about their flight and said eagerly, "Mom, I'm an expert on honeymoons now. Look at Cathy and Ken! They don't look half bad and I helped them out. They seem to have handled it all right. What's wrong with you and Dad?" she asked. Then she looked added, "Mom and Dad, the normal wedding night is really sort of dull. Wouldn't you like to spice it up a little bit?" Vangie looked quickly at Ed and saw he was slowly shaking his head with a look of exasperation on his face. Looking at him carefully, though, she could see his eyes were gleaming. For her part, she was intrigued, particularly after everything that Ken and Cathy had said about Kris's inventiveness with respect to their lovemaking. She wondered what the girl had in mind for them. Shaking her head she winked at Ed and said, "Honey, remember what you said to the judge yesterday? Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Maybe we should take it all back? Could we give her back to Miss Castle, do you suppose?" Then she grinned at him and nodded her head eagerly. He winked, shrugged, and nodded, too. "Okay, pumpkin," she responded, "We'll play your silly game. What do we do?" At that Cathy grinned and said, "The first thing you have to do is just relax." Meanwhile Ken was opening two bottles of champagne and Kris went to the small refrigerator and brought out a platter of caviar with all its trimmings. She began to spread it on toast and served her parents who had seated themselves on the sofa. When they had all been served, Ken raised his glass in a toast: "To our parents, Vangie and Ed Bradley. Cathy and I don't know what's happened to you two lately, but we do know you seem to have lost about twenty years in age apiece. The nicest thing I can say to you, Dad, is I pray that you'll be as happy with Mom as I am with Cathy. She's an endless banquet of delights." Then with a grimace he added, "And Dad, I sure hope you took to heart what was said to you about conditioning! Seeing Mom last week, I thought I was looking at Cathy's sister... and that was when she was naked. Frankly, I couldn't make up my mind if she was the older or younger sister, at that!" He took a sip of his champagne along with Cathy and Kris. Then he grinned and raised his glass to Kris and said, "And, of course a toast to the source of Cathy's frustration, our little squirt. Actually, Cathy's jealous of her mother, bypassing all the nonsense with pregnancy, the terrible two's and all that stuff, and grabbing a teenager." They all had another glass of champagne and then, following instructions, Ed went with his son into one bedroom while Vangie went with her daughters into the other. * * * Ed was sitting in an armchair dressed like an eastern potentate. He was wearing harem pants which rose only to a point low on his hips, along with a jewel-encrusted felt vest that barely reached across to his nipples, leaving his chest bare. Ed realized that, alone in the family, he was the only one who was still white around his hips and loins. Now he knew that the others were sun-bronzed over their entire bodies. Around his neck he was wearing a series of heavy gold chains. Ken was naked except for a breech clout strung from a leather cord worn low on his hips that concealed his massive sex but nothing else. In back, he was completely bare. His body glistened with baby oil and he had an ostrich-feather fan on a long handle that he was using gently to fan his father in the warm room. Although the suite was fully air-conditioned, the system was turned off. The sliding glass doors to the terrace overlooking the ocean were open to a warm sea breeze that flowed into the room. Cathy came out from the other bedroom first, followed by Kris and Vangie. Cathy was wearing a harem costume with diaphanous trousers that ended in a jewel-encrusted bikini that didn't quite cover the top of her pubic hair. Her midriff was completely bare. She also wore a short-sleeved shaped red harem jacket which buttoned in the val of her breasts. Kris followed Cathy into the sitting room. She was also wearing diaphanous harem pants but without a bikini. The nearly-transparent silk pants fully revealed her lower body behind its gauzy screen. They rose to a point so low on her hips it left the top of her pubic bush uncovered, also. She wore nothing else so her still-immature breasts were completely bare. Her ankles were joined by a very short length of chain which connected two leather ankle bracelets. The chain was so short she could only take very short steps without tripping herself. Finally, Vangie wore similar harem pants, but, although hers were jewel encrusted, they were also virtually transparent. Her hairless slit showed clearly through the material. She wore a harem jacket similar in design to Cathy's, but it was made of the same diaphanous material as her pants so her breasts and nipples were clearly visible. Finally, her hands were secured with leather bracelets that were attached to each other behind her back, binding her hands together. When they entered the room, Cathy commanded, "Kneel, slaves, and bow to your new master, the Sultan!" Ed looked at his bride and realized again that veiled nudity is more exciting than the real thing. He had never seen a more sexually-arousing sight than his bride semi-revealed by the gauzy material. Vangie was utterly exquisite. "What have you here, daughter?" he asked. "My father," Cathy replied, "I have purchased a pair of slaves in the market for you. They were captured recently and I just bought them for you at public auction. They are mother and daughter; the mother claims to be married to a king. I thought you might like to take the mother for a concubine. The daughter... Well, we'll see." Ed nodded, with his eyes bright, and replied, "Present the mother to me, daughter!" "Stand, Slave!" Cathy commanded. She lightly smacked Kris across her face when she began to rise and said, "Not you, child! Only your mother is to stand." Vangie rose gracefully to her feet. Ed mentally winced as he realized how hard it must be for her to rise. With her wrists secured behind her back, she was prevented from using her arms for balance. Cathy yanked Vangie by the arm towards the chair her father was using as his throne. First, she wanted to display her mother's bare breasts, but realized too late that it was impossible to remove the harem vest while her hands were bound together. Cathy solved the problem by ripping it off her back. Vangie winced as she did so because, even though it was very sheer silk, it was stronger than Cathy thought. Because her wrists were bound behind her, their position pulled her shoulders back, causing her firm full breasts to stand out even more than usual. Her nipples pointed proudly upward. Vangie was secretly pleased with the way she looked for her new husband. Cathy said, "Observe her breasts, Father! They are very full and firm with dainty nipples." As she said it, Cathy pulled hard on one nipple and then the other, causing them instantly to engorge and become erect, in spite of the pain it caused her mother. "Kneel at my father's feet, Slave! Let him feel your filthy tits!" She did and savored the feeling as Ed roughly ran his hands over her now-trembling breasts. Already her shoulders were starting to ache because her back was held in a bowed-back position by her bound wrists. As he squeezed her tits hard with his large hands, she winked, rolled her eyes, and made happy noises deep in her throat. He winked back. Cathy continued her description, saying, "That's enough! On your feet, Slave." Then to her father she said, "Her skin is soft and smooth. Her entire body is very shapely in spite of having borne this child from her loins. Her skin is not as fair as you would like, Sire -- I know you prefer a woman's skin to be fair and creamy -- but it will lighten in time while she is a slave here in your harem." Then she unfastened the cord holding Vangie's harem pants in position and let them drop to the floor. She gracefully stepped out of them and was now standing proudly naked. "You will note, Sire, that she has no pubic hair. In fact, she has very little hair at all. The hair on her head is cropped short, as you can see." Cathy roughly ran a finger up her mother's slit and said, "Her slit is fine and appears clean. I have an idea, Father." "What is your idea, Daughter?" he asked. "Father, make her pregnant. When she delivers, you can sell the child and then use her to wet-nurse some of the babies your wives are always presenting to you. It would make good use of her tits, your highness. She would make a good cow. Would you like to soak your regal cock in her unworthy cunt?" "Show it to me slave!" Ed commanded. In response to commands from Cathy, Vangie spread her legs and bent her torso over backwards. The girl went to her knees and used her slender fingers to part her mother's labia revealing her now-erect clitoris. She wet a finger between her lips and used it to tease the clit to an even greater erection. As she did, she could hear her mother moan with pleasure. "Does it meet with your approval, Sire?" she asked softly. "With only a little education administered by the whip, she could serve you well." "I must see for myself," Ed declared. "Slave, come closer to me. Keep your legs spread wide." Vangie moved closer and once again leaned over backward. Then she felt Ed's thumb penetrate her quim and work its way up her vagina. It was exquisitely painful as she felt his first physical entry into her body. Then she gasped involuntarily as his hand passed under her loins and she could feel his strong fingers grip her ass cheek. It felt like he was using her lower body as a bowling ball with her vagina being the thumb hole. She wondered if he would complete it by jamming a finger into her tiny asshole. As she stood there, she could feel sweat forming and begin to pour off her body. As he tightly gripped her firm ass she almost passed out from the sensation. Then he released her and ordered her to show him her asshole. Turning around, she again spread her legs wide and bent over. Appearing to be rough, in fact he was very gentle as he ran his fingers over her satin-smooth asscheeks. Then he ordered her to stand up straight and face him. Reflecting on Cathy's idea, Ed now pretended to think about it and then said, "I will try her cunt!" Addressing Vangie he said, "But first, slave, get down on your knees and worship my cock." Vangie straightened herself up and just looked at him. Then she said calmly, "Why? Although I am your prisoner, why would I want to do a dirty thing like that?" "To spare your life!" he exclaimed. "If you do not, you will be beheaded at dawn!" At this point Vangie ad libbed. Tipping her head to the side, she looked thoughtful, appearing to think about what he had just said. "Woman, what _are_ you doing?" he demanded. At this point she winked and took a line from the comedian, Jack Benny. "I'm thinking, I'm thinking..." Then she shrugged and said, "Oh, I suppose I must. There's something... final... about beheading, isn't there? Of course, if I ever escape, Sire, or if my husband frees me, he will turn you over to his torturers. You will die the slowest and most painful death they can devise in retaliation for debasing me." Then she looked up at him and asked, "What do you want me to do, Sire? Will you free my hands so I may massage your sac?" "No, Slave! You will use only your mouth!" Then he ordered Cathy to open his pants so his new slave could have access to his sex. Cathy licked her lips, went down on her knees, and removed the _cache sexe_ which had covered his massive cock and balls. When she did, Vangie licked her lips again and went down on her knees in front of him. "Sire, will you kiss me, please? she asked softly, "Before I soil my lips with your cuming?" Ed leaned over and she raised her lips to his. It was the most perfect kiss she had ever had in her life, made even more thrilling because her arms were immobilized behind her back so there was no way for her to hold him. Her tongue darted into his mouth like a little snake, and then she lightly bit his tongue when she felt it probing her mouth. Suddenly she gasped as she felt the most wonderful sensation in her cunt. Responding to another quiet order from Cathy, Kris was now lying on her back between Vangie's legs and was working on her mother's cunt with her tongue and mouth. With that she bent over and took her husband's raging cock in her mouth. Although she had seen Jan do it dozens of times with Pete, Jan had always used her hands to keep his cock in position. Nevertheless, Vangie wanted to do it. She began to run her tongue over his massive instrument, and then took its tip into her mouth. She began to move her mouth up and down on his raging erection, while continuing to suck on it greedily. Now her shoulders were really hurting from the constant backward pressure, but she just ignored the pain and kept working with her mouth. Although she had seen Jan repeatedly take Pete in to his full length, and was sure she could take Ed that way, too, she found she did not have enough freedom of upper-body motion nor did she have the use of her hands to permit it to happen. The result was that she could not take in more than half of his huge length. In spite of being unable to knead his balls, she finally felt his cock start to throb with his incipient spending. She took it into her mouth as deep as she could when she felt the first spurt of his cum. She was breathing through her nose and swallowing as fast as she could, when his cock surged and popped out of her mouth as he continued to shoot his cum. His next eruption shot over her face. Then she just leaned back and reveled in his semen shooting over her body. When she saw that he had finished cuming, ignoring the cum spread all over her body, she took his now-relaxing cock back in her mouth to carefully licked itclean. Then Cathy ordered Kris to clean off her mother with her tongue. When Ed ad libbed and said she was much too young, Cathy just told him that Kris did it with Ken all the time, and besides, it was a great source of protein for her. With a warm sigh, Kris alternately kissed and licked the milky white syrup from her mother's body, reveling in the taste of her father's cum now mixed now with the perspiration which covered her mother's body. Vangie just closed her eyes and enjoyed the exquisite sensations her young daughter was creating. When she had finished, Kris held her mother's head and kissed her softly and then passionately full on the lips. Vangie ran her tongue into her daughter's mouth and caught some of the cum still inside her mouth that Kris had not yet swallowed. When Kris finished, she moved her head back, then sweetly kissed Vangie's eyes, her nose, her tiny ears, and then back to her mouth. Finally, the girl whispered, "Mom, I love you so much! There aren't words to describe the way I feel about you." Vangie leaned forward and kissed her again on the lips. Turning to Cathy, Ed said, "I will do as you suggest, Daughter. In spite of being dark complected, I will try her in my bed." To Vangie he said sternly, "Slave, come with me!" She followed him into their bedroom. As she walked, she was reminded once again of the increasing pain from her immobilized arms and shoulders. While they had been occupied with each other, Cathy had pulled the covers from the bed leaving only the fitted bottom sheet on the mattress. Ed was about to get on the bed but then turned to Kris and ordered her to undress him. Pretending to cower in fear, she went to him and helped him off with his vest and then carefully removed his harem pants. When he was naked, she winked and whispered, "Dad, I'm going to have fun putting sun protection on your loins! If I don't do it, Mom won't be able to have much of a honeymoon after tonight." "The hell you will, young lady!" Vangie exclaimed in a loud whisper. "He's mine, damn it! I trapped him fair and square. If you want to play with a man's cock, go get one of your own." "Oh, Mother!" Kris exclaimed in mock exasperation. "You don't appreciate how thin the market is. Besides, every day in school they tell us about sharing. Where were you? Weren't you paying attention?" "Kris," Vangie responded, "I really have no idea where I was. But knowing my academic career, it was one of two things: Either I was 'between schools' as my father used to say, or I was cutting class and raising hell." Then she frowned and said, "However, that's beside the point. The point is, he's mine! I will handle his gorgeous cock, not you. Besides, what would Miss Castle think?" Kris just stuck out her tongue but got off the bed. Ed was now lying on his back, resting his head on a pillow. He still could not believe his good fortune. Vangie Collins was the most perfect woman he could imagine! He could tell she was in pain from having her shoulders held back, but when he suggested ending the game, she instantly refused. Back in his r"le he said, "Slave, fuck yourself on my cock! Now!" Vangie winked and licked her tips in anticipation. Carefully, she climbed on the bed and knelt beside him. Then she straddled him and immediately began to encounter problems. She remembered that even Jan, as experienced as she was, had used her hand to position Pete's weapon at the mouth of her vagina before lowering herself on it. Vangie tried, and tried again but to no avail. The combination of his great size coupled with her inability to use her hands defeated her. Then turning to Kris, now kneeling on the floor beside the bed, she said, "Daughter, position our new master's cock against my cunt." Kris jumped up on the bed and carefully took her father's weapon and put it at the mouth of her mother's vagina. Vangie breathed a sigh of relief as she felt the magnificent weapon begin to penetrate her insides. Her cunt was now flowing copiously with her love juices and he began to slide into her lubricated slit. She remembered Jan Edwards telling her that Ed loved a woman who was very wet and she was delighted because now she was. Then she just rested her full weight on his rock-hard member and lowered herself down on it. Remarkably, with just a series of hip wiggles, she slid down his marvelous pole. When she was fully impaled, she leaned forward and said, "Master, will you kiss your filthy slave? You are now splitting my insides. I am opened up to you. Please kiss me." As she bent over with her arms still immobilized behind her, Ed could see her muscles standing out from the strain. Only now did he appreciate the full dimensions of her physical development. He could see the tendons in her neck bulging as she bent forward. His cock was as rigid as a steel pipe inside her while her arms were immobilized behind her back at a time when she would normally be supporting her weight on them. He lifted himself off the mattress and supported himself on his elbows as his bride lowered her head to meet him. Their kiss, when their lips finally met, was the most remarkable one they had ever had. Suddenly he felt inadequate as he realized the extent of this woman's love and understood what she had done to prepare herself for their marriage. He held the back of her head and mashed his lips against hers. As he did, he could hear the sound of pleasure from deep inside her. When Vangie broke the kiss, she said softly, "Thank you, Master. You are giving your slave great joy!" Then she looked to her right where Cathy was now impaling herself on Ken's magnificent cock. She motioned with her head to Ed who looked over towards their children for the first time. "Daughter!" he demanded. "What are you doing with that eunuch?" Vangie and Kris laughed at Ed's characterization of his son, while Cathy just licked her lips and said, "I'm just practicing for my future husband who will be a real man! That's what eunuchs are for, aren't they?" She was fucking herself with Ken lying beneath her and had his cock just at the mouth of her vagina, prepared to use his full length for her stroke, as Ken spanked one of her buttocks hard. She made a little face and said to him, "Just because you don't have your balls anymore is no reason to hit me, is it?" Then he spanked her other cheek. She just shivered with ecstasy, bent over to kiss him and said, "I love you anyway, darling, even if I'm not pregnant yet." Meanwhile, Vangie began to move slowly up and down on the impaling cock. It was the most exquisite sensation she had ever felt. After only a few strokes, she came for the first time with a man inside her. Resting for a few moments, she allowed Ed to regain control and then went back to raising and lowering herself on his weapon. Without the use of her arms, and with the imbalance and pain caused by their immobilization, it was hard work. But it was, in the truest sense, a labor of love. After a time, her orgasms were coming with increasing frequency. She heard a scream and realized that it was her own. Sweat was now pouring off her body in streams in the now-very-warm bedroom. Still she kept at it. Finally, she found the point she had been searching for. She was at continuous orgasm. Ed had never experienced anything like what was going on now. His cock was trapped in the tightest, warmest, wettest sheath he could imagine. He couldn't believe the control his bride was exercising as she moved on him. Reaching up, he held her breasts and squeezed. Vangie screamed in ecstasy as he did so. He completely lost track of time but she was in constant orgasm. Finally, he felt his cock begin to pulsate and instantly, she did too. With a scream, she dropped herself to bury it to its hilt in her cunt, driving it through her vagina and into the mouth of her uterus itself. As his spend began to gush into her belly, she could take it no longer. She collapsed in a dead faint on top of him as her nervous system tripped out like an overloaded circuit breaker. * * * When Vangie recovered consciousness, she found her head resting against Ed's shoulder with his hand cupping her breast. The first thing she noticed was that her hands were free so she stretched her arms. Surprisingly, in spite of having been bound together, her shoulders weren't stiff at all. Then she realized that the sliding door to the terrace was now closed and the room was comfortably cool. There was a light cover over her body and Ed's. Now she was puzzled. Running a hand through her hair she found that it was slightly damp but combed exactly the way Henry had arranged it. Then she realized that, in spite of remembering that she had been sweating like a roasting pig, her body was cool and dry. She turned her head up to Ed's with a question in her eyes. He bent down and kissed her softly but thoroughly. She rejoiced at the wonderful electricity flowing between them and rolled on top of him so she was face-down on his body. Raising an eyebrow she said softly, "Ed, darling, was I that awful?" Then tears started to flow and she began to cry, saying, "I so wanted the first time to be perfect for you, darling, and I failed so dismally. I'm so sorry!..." He hugged her tightly and said, "Darling, do me a favor? Feel my balls?" She reached down between his legs and was amazed to find that his sac was less than half as full as she remembered it being. Then she felt between her legs and found that her cunt was clean and relatively dry although she could feel her juices now beginning to flow once again. Feeling the sheet beneath her she found it, too, was clean, crisp and dry. Then she said, "Darling, was I really that bad? I've been out cold, haven't I? For how long?" Ed just grinned and shook his head. Now she glared at him and said, "Edgar Warren Bradley, do you mean to tell me I was out so long you had time to give me a bath, change the sheets, and probably lick out my cunt?" He grinned, nodded vigorously and said, "You forgot washing your hair, Cathy massaging the knots from your shoulder muscles, and all four of us feasting on your magnificent cunt!" He grinned and said, "I was thinking of getting you pregnant, darling. If your cunt is so wonderfully sweet, what must your milk be like?" Then he kissed the tip of her nose and said, "Darling, you damned near drained me dry just moving your glorious cunt without even being able to use your hands. You were utterly exquisite! And cuming? My God! Woman, you are beyond belief... and you're all mine!" He looked at her with a question in his eyes and asked, "You are, aren't you?" "Sure am!" she replied cheerfully. Then she looked around the room and asked, "Where did the urchins go?" Ed made a vague motion in the direction of the door. Vangie rolled off him and called, "Kristin Crowley Bradley! Get your little tail in here, this instant!" A moment later Kris came in carrying a coiled whip and the paddle Vangie recognized as the one Maureen had used to beat her for weeks at the Stewarts. Vangie could see that there was apprehension in the girl's eyes, hut she was smiling anyway. "Hi, Mom. How do you feel? You look as magnificent as usual!" Vangie moved and realized that, although there was some soreness in her loins from Ed's ravishment, her cunt still felt wonderful. Aside from the soreness she felt great and said so. Then she glared at Kris and said, "What do you have in your hands, Kristin Bradley?" "A whip and a paddle, Mom. It's your choice. I know I'm to be punished for disobeying you, so I brought them in with me." "What do you think is an appropriate punishment for disobedience? For that matter, what's an appropriate punishment for inflicting yourself on me while I'm on my honeymoon? And will you promise never to do a thing like that again?" she asked with her face as stern-looking as she could make it. Kristin stood up straight and said, "I think ten lashes with the whip would be about right. On the other hand, I guess that's really too light because I'm not going make that promise and that's really defying you, isn't it?" The girl looked sorrowful as she handed the whip to Vangie and looked for a place to stand where her mother could swing it freely. It was all Vangie could do to control her tears. Her beautiful daughter had volunteered to be whipped! She swung her long legs out of the bed and sat on its edge. Then she said, "Kristin, bend over my knee." The girl's eyes widened but she immediately dropped the paddle and bent over her mother's knee as she had been told. Then Vangie said, "Soften your ass cheeks, Kris. I don't want to hurt my hand." Instantly she saw the girl's ass relax as much as possible, although her muscles were so firm that the softening didn't amount to very much. Then, swinging her arm as hard as she could, she spanked the girl's bottom on her right side ten times. She was amused because it did hurt her hand probably more than it hurt Kris. When she was finished, she told the girl that she could rise. When she did there were tears streaming down her cheeks, but she hadn't made a sound. She hugged her mother and whispered, "Thank you, Mommy, for disciplining me. I hope you're not too disappointed in me." Then she pulled away and looked at Vangie while trying to smile. "Mom, you understand me too well! You knew I wouldn't make you the promise because... because I really don't think I could keep it. But God, I love you so!" "You're not finished, young lady. You disobeyed your father, too. I suspect, though, he might be nice if you ask him and spank you on your other cheek to spread it around a bit. Now you may ask him." Ed had been watching the actions with utter amazement. As Kris was going around to his side of the bed, Vangie called out, "Catherine Collins Bradley, you come in here at once!" When Cathy came in her hair was disheveled. She and Ken had been in the preliminaries of another bout of lovemaking when she heard her mother's call. Asking what the problem was, Vangie told her that she, too, was to be punished. "I understand it was your sister's idea, but you are the adult. Why did you let her do it? Now bend over my knee!" Cathy couldn't believe her ears. Her mother had never cared what she did and she'd never been punished by her for anything in her entire life. Her eyes widened as Ken came into the room behind her and then leaned against the corner to watch. Cathy bent over her mother's legs and tried to relax her ass when her mother told her to. If anything, Vangie hit her daughter even harder than she had spanked Kris. After the first four strokes, Cathy started to cry begging her mother to please be gentle. When she had finished ten strokes, Cathy's ass was fiery red and about to turn black-and-blue. Carefully she got to her feet with tears pouring from her eyes. Then she sat on her mother's lap, put her arms around her and hugged tight. "Mom," she whispered, "I'm sorry for what I did, and thank you for spanking me. Will you forgive me now?" Vangie just hugged her daughter tightly and said, "Darling, I said it before. You've made me the luckiest mother on the face of the earth! I adore you, darling, and of course you're forgiven!" Meanwhile, Kris was being spanked by her father. She had diffidently asked if he would please spank her on her left cheek and carefully positioned her bottom across his leg to make it easier for him. Ed positively adored this beautiful girl who so matter-of-factly prepared for her punishment. When he spanked her, be hit her hard. Like her sister, she was soon crying in pain, as well. Finally he finished with ten spanks and lifted her to her feet. She stood in front of him with her back up straight and said, "Thank you, Dad, for demonstrating yourlove." _"What?"_ Ed exclaimed. "Daughter, what are you talking about?" "Daddy, it's because you love me so much that you punished me. It would have been much easier on you not to have bothered. I know how hard it was for you to do, and I want you to know that I really do appreciate it." Ed just shook his head and held out his arms. With a little yelp, she dove into his arms and kissed him solidly. Then he turned to Ken who was trying to control his laughter seeing his wife's bare bottom under her mother's assault turning red in spite of her deep tan. Ed told his son that he wasn't too old to be spanked, either. Ken didn't believe it at first but then he did. He bent his big body over his father's knee, as well. Ed was amused to arrange the two young people so that Cathy could see her husband being spanked by his father while her mother spanked her. When it was over and they had left the room, Ken took Cathy in his arms and gently caressed her ass cheeks. "Does it hurt a lot, darling?" he asked. She grinned at him and replied, "Darling, I think I'm going to be black-and-blue tomorrow. But do you know what? I really liked it. My mother really does love me a lot." Then she gently rubbed his bottom and asked, "How do you feel?" Ken grinned and said, "Sore, since you asked. On the other hand, it isn't so bad when you consider it's about twenty years late!" They were standing together in the sitting room just caressing each other's body when the door to the other bedroom opened and Kris joined them. The girl looked woebegone as she stood there gently rubbing her bruised buttock. Looking at Cathy, she said, "Sis, do you want to spank me first, or will Ken? I never thought for a minute that Mom and Dad would spank you, too!" She rubbed her bottom and added, "I'd appreciate it, though, if Ken could please spank my right cheek and you, the left. That way it will sort of balance out what Mom and Dad did. Would that be okay?" Ken and Cathy positively adored their younger sister and right now she looked utterly beautiful as she stood there with a woeful expression on her face but at the same time was cheerfully volunteering to be punished. Ken looked at his wife and said, "Hon, I guess the experience a couple of nights ago didn't work" Turning back to Kris he said, "Bend over, Imp. We'll do it your way." Kris bent over Ken's leg and he began to spank her right cheek hard. Although she was crying with the pain she made no move to escape. Rather she seemed to be concentrating her efforts on making her buttocks as soft as possible. After ten strokes, he lifted the beautiful girl off his leg. Without a word, she went to Cathy, bent over her lap and positioned herself for her sister to spank her left ass cheek. Again, even though she was now screaming in pain as her sister spanked the cheek that had already been bruised by her father, she made no effort to escape and only tried to soften her buttocks as much as she could. Hearing her screams, Vangie and Ed opened the door and stood in the doorway and just watched what was going on. Finally, Cathy administered the last stroke and helped her beautiful young sister to her feet. Before either could say anything, Kris said, "Thank you, Ken and Cathy for punishing me. Oh, Ken, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to get you and Cathy in trouble." Then with a little grin she added, "But Cath, you do look sort of cute with a bright-red ass. Mom is really pretty tough, isn't she?" "Promise you'll never do it again?" Cathy asked, trying to control her smile. "I can't, Cath," Kris replied sadly. "You know I can't. We've been over that before. What's the fun of having a married brother and sister if I can't harass them once in a while?" _"Once in a while?"_ Ken exclaimed. "How about all the time? Do you mean we're going to have to tickle you to death or cause you to have an ass that's constantly black and blue?" "I'm afraid so," Kris replied. "I really can't resist teasing you two. Please remember, though," she said with tears streaming down her face, "it's because I love you so much. Cathy and Ken, I belong to you. If it hadn't been for you, I would be decomposing in the grave right now. So you're welcome to do anything to me that you care to. I belong to you, and I love you more than I can possibly say!" Cathy and Ken glanced at each other and then rose to their feet. Ken folded Kris into his arms, squeezed her tightly and kissed her softly. When he released her, Cathy did the same thing. "You're too much, imp!" she said softly. "But that's one of the big reasons we love you so much! Now let's go. It's late, I'm tired, and Ken needs someone to keep his left side warm. Let's go to bed. Incidentally, imp, he said there's now something for his left hand to hold." Kathy stuck her nose in the air and added airily, "Your tit's not nearly as full as mine, of course, and it never will be, but for a little kid, you're really starting to look like a woman!" The threesome went off to the other bedroom after turning out the lights in the sitting room. As they did, Vangie turned to her husband and raised her lips to his. After the most marvelous kiss she could remember she said, "Darling, will you try to make love to your wife once more? Please?" He kissed her again, then picked her up in his arms and carried her to their marriage bed. *The End* * * * Comments and constructive criticism are sincerely welcome. Let me hear from you. morg105829@aol.com *Cynthia Martin* Copyright (c) 1991, 2001 by Morgan. All rights reserved. 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