October 31, 1997 (when I started writing this story)

I've had this one around awhile, and have two more chapters (unfinished).

Got a little wordy in places, but still plenty of sex.

Let me know what you think.

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Henhouse part 1

Hi, my name is Mike, I own a large house near a sizable Liberal Arts College. My wife, Mary, and I bought it about six years ago, with the intention of making it in to a bed and breakfast inn. Before we got very far though, she was diagnosed as having cancer. We hurriedly fixed up six sleeping rooms upstairs, and started renting them to college students. With my wife ailing, we were unable to supply meals, but did allow full use of the kitchen and large dining room. At my wife's insistence we only rented to female students, thinking they would be less rowdy and destructive. I have never regretted her decision!

One of our standing rules was, no boys on the second floor, just in the kitchen and dining rooms. Around campus, we received the nickname of 'Henhouse', since no 'Roosters' were allowed. Any boys who came to take out a girl, had to come to the front door, and pass through me. I wasn't mean to the boys, and even got to know some of them quite well. I was mainly concerned that I knew who the girls were dating. I received my share of kidding from the girls, though they never seemed to really mind.

One of my ongoing projects at that time, was to transform a large upstairs closet into a community shower room, to free up the small downstairs bathroom for me. I removed an unused chimney to run the pipes up, and installed a ladder from the basement, to ease installation. It was as I neared completion, that I realized that I had a perfect spot from which to spy on the girls shower room!

With my wife's slowly sinking health, we hadn't had sex in over six months. I was very bored with the sex magazines, and avoided being seen at the local strip clubs. I spent many an evening glued to one of the several view ports I had installed. I was also very pleased with the indirect lighting installed along the floor, for leg shaving I reasoned, which also illuminated the darkest crotch! I never told anyone of my activities, especially the fact that I masturbated wildly, as I drooled over these tender young pussies being soaped, rubbed, and even shaved inches from my face!

My wife's health continued to fail, until it finally became necessary to place her in a full care nursing home. The insurance covered most of the cost, and the rent income had finally paid off the initial loans for the construction. I then invested in some needed improvements. First, video cameras were installed in my pussy viewing nest. Next, motion detectors in the shower, turned on the lights, and the cameras! I also installed a whole house intercom system, with part of it just for the girls personal use upstairs. My only joy during this time of misery, was to return from visiting my wife, and finding a full tape waiting for me at night!

I enjoyed watching the girls day to day activities, and began to notice things. Like when they were menstruating, they showered alone, usually later at night. I could tell when they were close, they would use liners. And, when flowing, they always had the string of their tampon showing.

It was during our second year of operation, when Cindy had her 'little problem'. She had been one of the first girls to rent from us, and had reserved her same room for this year. It was near the end of the first term, when I noticed she was consistently showering very late. She had been wearing panty liners for a week, and seem very disappointed that she wasn't leaking yet So, I guess Cindy and I figured out at about the same time ... she was pregnant!

My wife and I had always encouraged the girls to confide in us, which I continued. With my wife so ill, the girls would talk to me as a kind of substitute father. This was especially true with Cindy, since her father had died five years earlier, in a car accident. She walked into my living room, the next night, closing the door behind her. I usually left this door open, to encourage visits from the girls. Only if privacy was needed, would the door be shut.

Even though I knew what she wanted to discuss, I waited for her to mention it. The story spilled out about Jeff, her current boy friend. He had managed to talk her into going to his apartment. One thing lead to another, they had sex, she was pregnant. Simple, but devastating to Cindy. She cried, as I hugged her. She sobbed as I remembered her, naked and crying, in the shower room last night. I asked her if she wanted to call her mother, she shook her head. Seems her mother had warned her about not getting pregnant early, like she had. Her mother had such high hopes for Cindy, she was sure she would be very disappointed.

I approached from a different angle, and mentioned Jeff. This made her almost explode! It seems that Jeff had no further use for her, since he knocked her up. He was only interested in putting another notch on his bedpost.

I then tried the straight to the heart of the matter. Did she want to keep the baby? Was she going to drop out of college? Would she ever get another chance to attend later? And, to myself, I wondered if I had seen her trim, sexy body for the last time.

Cindy was sure she would never get back to college, if she left. She was also sure her mother would be understanding, though disappointed. And, no, she did not want the baby!

I told her that she should think about what we had discussed for a few days. And, I would talk to a Doctor, I knew in town, about her problem. She hugged me close, and made me promise to not tell anyone, especially her mother. I agreed, as I enjoyed the feeling of her firm young tits pressed against my chest!

That Friday night, after all the other girls were out on their dates, Cindy joined me in the Living room. I had some material from the Planned Parenthood Agency, and the name of the Doctor, who promised complete discretion. Since Cindy was legally an adult, and abortion was legal, there were no problems in obtaining an abortion. As we talked, I casually mentioned to Cindy that I had a vasectomy after my wife had our second child. She commented that she would like to give Jeff one, using two dirty bricks! She seemed mad enough to do it that night.

Plans were made, and a schedule was put into place. A visit to the Doctor confirmed what we already knew, Cindy was pregnant. The in office procedure would be preformed on the Monday before Thanksgiving, when everyone would be home for the holidays. Cindy told her mother that she was staying at school to study with some friends. This was all the more believable since her grades had been suffering since the onset of her pregnancy.

When we arrived at the office, I thought my job would be to wait in the waiting room. Cindy wouldn't hear of it! I was to remain at her side through the whole procedure. I washed and donned surgical scrubs, then joined Cindy, who was already strapped into the stirrups, and covered with a light paper sheet. I could vividly imagine every curve and hair beneath that sheet! I kissed her forehead and told her I would be there for her. I held her hand, as they gave her a sedative, which put her into a mild sleep. I did move behind the Doctor once, to gaze upon Cindy's upturned and spread pussy. I was shocked by its appearance, they had shaved the hair from the opening, and bloody discharge stained her entire crotch and thighs! I was again standing by her head, when she came back around.

"Mike?" She asked weakly. "Is it over?"

"Almost, baby." "Everything is going to be fine."

She smiled, sighed, squeezed my hand slightly, then faded back to sleep. I looked to the Doctor, who had just finished packing the dressings. He asked me if there was someone to watch her and remove the dressings in about six hours. I informed him it would be me, which caused his eye brow to raise a little. I informed him that, I was not the father of the baby, but I did feel like the father of the mother. He nodded and said that as long as someone monitored her temperature and removed the dressings to avoid infection, she was ready to leave.

She was still quite groggy, when we made it home, I took her to my bedroom. She wanted to go to her room, but I flatly refused. I told her that I needed to watch over her and she was in no condition to climb stairs. She was unable to muster any argument, and gratefully collapsed on the bed. I covered her with blankets and lowered the shades. I worried all day, and a call from Cindy's mother wanting her to call, didn't help.

It was almost time to remove the dressings, when Cindy awakened. I was sitting nearby drinking tea and reading, when she turned to me. I smiled and asked if she needed anything. She informed me that she had to go to the bathroom and she was hungry.

"Both good signs." I replied. "Let me help you get up."

I had to almost carry her to the bathroom. When she got there I lowered her on to the stool, then prepared to leave. She asked me to stay and help steady her. I found it weird, not sexual, to hold her shoulders as she urinated. I reminded her of the dressings, which she asked me to remove.

And, if you think running my hand along her blood caked pussy lips and tugging bloody gauze from her swollen cunt was exciting, well forget it! I was as happy when that was over, as she was. Although, it was a little more enjoyable to give her a quick sponge bath around the crotch, before returning her to bed!

I served her soup and a sandwich with some milk. She ate most of the sandwich and some soup, and all the milk. I promised her that she could eat again, whenever she awakened. I mentioned that her mother had called, she promised to call first thing in the morning, then promptly fell asleep, while still sitting up. I slid her down, admiring her tits and badly hacked pubic hair. Then covered her with the blanket.

She slept through the night, and the following morning seemed almost back to normal, though she still moved gingerly. She called her mother, then carefully walked to the kitchen. She described her pain as being more of a stomach ache, not a soreness in the area she figured it would be. I know which area she meant, since I had spent many hours studying that very area!

After eating she laid back down for a nap. Shortly after noon she ate and sat with me in the kitchen, while I did dishes. She got up and announced that she wanted to take a shower. I was a little hesitant to allow that, since I was afraid she might fall or strain herself. She invited me to join her in the shower, so I could hold her up, if need be. I told her that would not be appropriate, what would her mother say? She smiled, then told me that I had already seen her naked, and besides she was an adult, she had an abortion to prove it!

I was embarrassed to be seen naked by this pretty young girl, me being almost fifty and a little overweight. But, I was more concerned for her safety, so I joined her in my shower. I tried to remain behind her in the shower, supposedly so I could catch her if she fell. I studied her ass as she bent forward to wash her legs, then her pussy, then she soaped up her ass cheeks! I had a very large erection, when she turned around to look at my crotch.

With her long delicate fingers she grabbed my dick and stroked it tenderly! I almost shot my load right there, as she then soaped my dick with her dainty hands! She handed me the soap before returning to stroking my dick. I started lathering her shoulders, then dropped to her breasts, washing them to squeaky cleanness. I was close to orgasm when she washed the soap away, then lowered herself down onto the stool I had placed in the shower. She pulled me close to her, then lowered her head to suck my dick! In less than two minutes I was unloading down her throat! She sucked me clean before releasing my now limp peter from her lips. I thanked her for the great blow job, then helped her out of the shower and dried her.

Cindy napped most of the afternoon while I cleaned, and reflected back to the great blow job I had received. When she finally got up, it was late, maybe eight. After, she ate, she asked if I was ready for another shower. I thought she was teasing, and said sure any time. She said great, dropped her robe and walked naked to the bathroom! Over her shoulder she asked, if I could shave her legs for her. I grinned, and said sure as I started removing my clothes!

Soon, I found myself kneeling on the shower floor, staring up at this raggedly shorn pussy. I started shaving her lower legs then moved up to her thighs! She would drape a leg over one of my shoulders, so I could fully shave her leg. This presented an unobstructed view of her young pussy! I again had an embarrassing erection, which Cindy noticed. She had me stand before her. I boldly moved forward to present my dick to her mouth. Quickly, I was once again thrusting my dick into this incredible face! I shot another load down her throat, groaning my approval! She moaned a little as my dick started to soften. When she let it flop out, I lowered myself back down to continue to shave her legs.

I made a comment about what a lousy job they did shaving her vagina at the Doctors. She broke out laughing, asking me if I ever referred to a Vagina as a pussy, cunt, twat or slit? I told her sure but not in front of a lady. She laughed once again, telling me that this 'lady' was naked in the shower with me and had given me not one, but two blow jobs! She also continued by telling me that this 'lady' would love it if I would shave her pus... Vagina!

I lathered her crotch, then carefully started to shave this delicate piece of fuck meat! Cindy leaned back against the wall of the shower, as I pulled and tugged on her cunt lips with my fingers and the shaver. I could smell her excitement as I removed all but a small patch directly over her pubic mound. Her slit was completely visible, and made her look even younger than her twenty years! I couldn't resist the urge and licked her clit when I saw it peek out! I licked her gently, as she held my head loosely and moaned her way through an orgasm. My dick was even stirring a little, while I dried Cindy's beautiful body!

We got dressed, then I went to the kitchen to make a late snack for Cindy. She joined me there shortly, wearing her bath robe. I reminded her that Thursday was Thanksgiving, and I had some friends coming over for dinner. I told her she was welcomed to join us, but might not enjoy hanging out with old people. She commented she would love to join us, and was finding out that old people were a lot of fun.

After we cleaned up the kitchen, Cindy returned to her room, upstairs. Even though I knew she couldn't really have feelings for me, I was disappointed, and missed her already. I prepared myself for bed, smiling, as I reflected on our shower encounters. When I returned to my bedroom, I was pleasantly surprised to find Cindy under the sheets!

I told her that she didn't need to feel she owed me anything. The oral sex had paid me many times over for any favors I had done for her. She just giggled and said that she needed me to help her again. She wanted to make sure her 'vagina' still worked! I told her that I was sure it would be fine, and would prove it, if she wanted me to. To my delight, that is exactly what she wanted me to do!

I raised the sheet, and told her I first wanted to see what I was getting into. She was nude and slightly scented, as I nibbled and licked my way to her crotch. I positioned myself between her legs, lifting her knees to gain a perfect angle. Slowly, I started licking this adorable pussy, up the lips to the clit. Reaching up along her sides I captured her tits, rubbing and pinching the nipples! Cindy moaned as I worked my tongue into the folds of her hairless cunt. I made contact again with her clit, causing her to clench my head between her legs and shudder. She had a orgasm a short time later, as I really started to churn in her quivering twat!

I crawled up beside her exhausted body, as she rested from her excitement. She hugged me and told me that there was another reason old people are more fun, they eat pussy! I kissed her lightly, as I rubbed my erection against her legs and crotch. She told me her belly was still tender, so could she be on top? I would have let her have anything she wanted just to fuck her, and agreed readily! She allowed me to suckle her tits for awhile before raising up to impale her slit onto my raging boner!

The tightness of her pussy was unbelievable! I don't ever remember my wife being that tight, though two kids and many years had passed since I had fucked a twenty year old cunt! Finally, she slid down to fully capture my dick! The tension was enough to keep me near coming, then she started to ride my prick! I begged her to slow down, so I could enjoy it longer. She just giggled, and said next time we would take it slow! I took that to mean I could fuck her again, maybe later tonight!

Almost at once, I started to shoot my load into her velvety tightness! I think I came more than I had in years. Now it was my turn to try to regain my breath. She forced her pussy down hard onto my erection, as she shuddered through a orgasm of her own! Then she collapsed on top of me as my dick started to deflate and slip from her tight crevice. I didn't even mind the juices from our joining running down my dick and balls!

We managed to wipe ourselves with tissues, before going to sleep. I awoke at about six in the morning, still holding Cindy from behind. My dick was already half hard, as it nestled in the crack of her ass! I moved slightly to slide it along this hard but yielding canyon! My dick twitched to life, and grew quickly! I reached down to rub her ass cheeks and pussy. She awoke and reached between her legs to lead my dick to her pussy! I moaned as my dick slowly pushed inside this hot, tight hole! Soon, I was pounding at her backside as I impaled her with thrust after thrust! In mid-stride I stopped! Remembering what she had just been through two days ago, I started to apologize.

She grunted, "Uhh, Don't stop!" "Fuck me...hard...NOW!"

Not one to argue with a hot, naked, young, woman who wanted to be fucked, I started my assault with renewed vigor! I drove myself hard and deep as Cindy started to pant her way to another orgasm! I shot my load as she was recovering, and we both relaxed as my sperm oozed into her cunt!

We laid there for several minutes, talking and savoring the moment. I asked her if anything I had done had hurt her. She said no, she had no pain, just pleasure! I told her that I had received a lot of pleasure also. I must have dozed off, since the next thing I'm aware of is Cindy walking into the bedroom, with just a towel on her head!

"You're lovely." I told her, truthfully. She smiled, and told me she had that just fucked glow. As she sat on the edge of the bed, I reached out to hug her around the waist. "I'm going to make pies today, would you like to help?" "Well..." She giggled. "You are pretty good with hair pies." "I would love to help you, in the kitchen." She turned in my grasp to give me a kiss, then jumped up to run to her room to get dressed. I showered, dressed, then went to the kitchen to start breakfast. Cindy was already there, tea was brewing, eggs were cooking and she was looking very nice. "See, I'm more than an easy piece of ass!" She said, with a devilish grin. I hugged her and kissed her neck, telling her. "I don't know about easy, but you're a great piece of ass!"

After, eating we made pies, then I showed her my secret Jello recipe. We had completed all our duties, when I told her I was going to visit my wife. Cindy face took on a look of concern, as she approached me. "You seem to die a little, every time you visit her." She commented. "I'll go with you, I haven't seen her in a while." The girls would stop by occasionally to visit with her, but she seemed not to recognize them any more. I was glad for the company, especially since Thanksgiving had always been one of my wive's favorite holidays. Mary always said. "You get to eat like a pig, same as Christmas, except you don't have to wrap presents and the roads aren't slippery."

As we drove to the nursing home, I talked to Cindy about my wife, and everything we used to do together. I was teary eyed by the time we arrived. As we walked in, Cindy held my arm tightly in both of hers. The visit was like all the others, no response from my wife, I felt terrible as we left.

"Cindy, never give your heart to anyone, they can break it through no fault of their own." I said a bit morosely. I turned to her, only to see her crying quietly, tears streamed down her face. I pulled her to me as I spoke softly. "Please, don't cry, it hurts me to see you unhappy." I held her for a moment, until she settled down a bit, then we started for home. I made some tea and told Cindy I needed some time alone, she nodded and went upstairs. I sat in my den, which is were my now neglected video library resides. I opened the cabinet to watch an afternoon news show, I was still feeling quite sad, when the phone rang. It was Carol, Cindy's mother, I called Cindy on the intercom that her mother was on the line. She called back, to say she would come down stairs to talk. As I waited, I talked to Carol, whom I've had several conversations with before. We chatted on several subjects, including my wife's condition, before Cindy came down stairs. I had closed my secret cabinet prior to Cindy's arrival, so she wouldn't notice the elaborate recording system.

As I got up to allow them some privacy, Cindy clutched my arm, her eyes pleading with me to stay. I sat beside her as she started to tell her mother of her recent problem and what we had done to correct it. Soon, Cindy was sobbing uncontrollably and I'm sure her mother was too. I hugged Cindy close, finally taking the phone from her as her mother tried to console her from a long ways off. I told her that I hoped she wasn't mad about what had occurred. To which she said she was only concerned for her daughter's well being. I told her that I had been with her almost constantly since her visit to the doctor's office. I didn't mention the blow jobs or screwing we had engaged in though. As Cindy quieted down, Carol mentioned that she wanted to fly out to stay with her daughter. Since she had nothing to do for the holiday she said she would just head out as soon as she could get a flight.

It was at this point that I gave the phone to Cindy, who tried unsuccessfully to discourage her mother's trip. Finally, I took the phone and told her she was welcome to come visit, and she could stay at the house. She could call with the details, and I would be happy to pick her up at the airport. With everything settled, Cindy and Carol chatted freely as if no crisis had ever existed. After hanging up, Cindy hugged me close and thanked me for being strong for her. I hugged her back, stroking her shoulders and back.

We moved out to the living room to watch T.V., with Cindy curled up under my arm. I reached around to caress her right breast lightly, to which she responded by rubbing my growing erection. Soon, my dick was in her hand being stroked gently and my hand was rubbing bare tits! Then the phone rang!

It was Carol calling back with her flight number and time, she would arrive at about 9:00 in the morning. I assured her that would be no problem, as Cindy dropped to the floor to engulf my dick into her mouth! I had a bit of trouble maintaining a conversation and write down the information as my dick was being expertly manipulated. When I had hung up the phone, I asked Cindy what her mother would have thought to see her daughter sucking an old man's dick. She pulled her mouth away only long enough to say that her mother would probably say she was doing it all wrong, then show her the right way. As she again gobbled my dick, I wondered how accurate that was, since Carol is a looker in her own right. When I first met them, I knew that Cindy got her looks from her mother, since they looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. This dinner tomorrow was going to be quite special!

I wanted to make sure that Cindy's room looked slept in, so we slept up there that night! It was quite special to be snuggled in her lush pussy as we bounced on her frilly bedding. I managed to get off twice before needing to sleep. When the alarm went off in the morning, Cindy was up and getting ready to shower. I was content to lay there while she showered. The shower!

I jumped out of bed, my dick already half hard from what I was thinking! I joined Cindy just as she entered the shower, grasping her around the waist. "Oh!" She said, startled. "You did get up." "Are you a dirty old man?" She asked with a chuckle. "Yes, I am." I replied. "Would you like to take care of that, little girl?" I said, as my dick pressed between her thighs. She reached out to start the shower, as I made note of where each of the cameras were located.

I started a shower so we could both wash up first. Then I positioned a chair directly in front of one camera. "Ready for a shave, miss?" I asked Cindy. She giggled. "I wondered if it was as picky from your side as it was from mine." She said, as she sat down and spread her legs wide! I retrieved the shaver and cream, then knelt between her outstretched legs. She lifted her left leg and placed in on my shoulder. In this position the camera would see everything I saw! I shaved her slowly and carefully, then I did her legs. My dick was as hard as a rock, and ready to fuck! I stood up so she could see my erection, she dropped to the floor and started sucking my dick. Again, the camera angle was perfect! I didn't last too long and shot my load deep in her sucking mouth and throat!

We washed ourselves some, then I worked my dick to another erection. I positioned Cindy with her bent over, holding on to the back of the chair. I drove hard and deep into her tight pussy as the camera caught the action! She reached between her legs to caress my nut sack after she had come, that put me over the top. I must have really drained my nuts on that one, since they actually hurt as the sperm flew out my dick!

I had to sit in the chair to catch my breath, as Cindy stood up to soap her pussy again. I washed my dick while sitting in the chair, admiring Cindy's perfect body. My dick actually started to stir as I imagined the great movie we had just shot. I was quick to rinse off and grab some towels for us. I didn't think we had time for a long drawn out screw, either on the tape or before we needed to pick up Carol.

We stopped at a restaurant on the way to the airport, to save time and not mess up the kitchen. As we sat there, Cindy looked at me and said. "I know this...uh, relationship can't really go anywhere, you know...uh, you're married, and I'm ...well you know." She stammered. "I don't mean you're to old, or anything like that, It's just...well.."

I jumped to her aid. "Cindy, I love you, I want to see you happy." "You could never be happy tied to me, at least not for long." She seemed to be ready to say something, so I held up my hand to stop her. "I'm old enough to be your father, I should never have gotten involved with you sexually." "It was wrong, you were vulnerable and I took advantage of you, I'm sorry."

"No, it's not your fault, I ..." She tried to interject, again I stopped her.

"I'm grateful for everything you have done for me, but don't think I expect this to continue." "You have your school work to get back to and I need to behave myself, and act like your married landlord again." Cindy's eyes were getting teary, as I finished my speech. "Please, don't cry honey, I ache when you're unhappy."

Cindy daubed her eyes, then smiled. "I know, I'm still a nervous wreck yet." She said, then blew her nose. "I just wanted to find out if you would still respect me, so I could still live there." I was shocked, I would never have not wanted her to stay! This time it was her turn to stop me from talking. "I mean, I want to stay, but if you think it will be too hard, I'll move out." "I could move back on campus, or find another house." She was getting wet eyed again. "I love you Mike!" "I love you more than any boy I have ever known." "If you would have me, I would quit school and be your woman for how ever long you would have me!"

I was speechless! I looked around to see if anyone heard her impassioned speech. Luckily it was almost empty in our area. I reached across the table to take her hands in mine. "Cindy, I don't know what to say, I'm deeply honored." "But, I think I know what's best for you in the long run." "And, for that reason I want you to get back into activities with kids your own age." "Remember, not all boys...uh men are like Jeff, ... or me." "Enjoy your life, I will be happy to watch you be happy, really." The waitress walked up as I released Cindy's hands, placing the bill on the table she looked to me. "Any dessert today?"

"No, I think my dessert days are over." I replied with a sigh, as Cindy smiled sweetly.

"Oh, daddy, I'm sure some day you'll get hungry for something sweet, again." With that I paid our bill and we walked out to the car.

As we drove, the conversation centered on Cindy's plans for school and her mother's visit. The plane was on time and luggage was no problem, we were leaving the airport by 9:45. I told Carol about the dinner at one, she refused to attend, saying they had no right to intrude on my holiday. I informed her that Cindy had already accepted an invitation, and I was holding her to it. Besides, I was looking forward to the looks from my neighbors when they saw not one but two beautiful ladies at dinner. She blushed slightly and told me, in that case, she would be honored to attend.

When we got home, the women went upstairs, while I checked on the turkey. Later when they came back down, I could tell there was a major change in feelings. I suspected that Cindy had been scolded for getting pregnant. I chatted with them as we set the table in the dinning room. Carol didn't seem mad, just distant, I asked her if she was tired from the flight. She said no, but I could tell something was bothering her. Finally, I asked Carol if she was mad at me, for my involvement.

I looked at Carol, who asked why we hadn't notified her. I apologized, but reminded her that Cindy was a legal adult. She said she understood, but was still upset. I mixed us all a wine cooler to help settle us into a more festive mood. We had some real productive conversations, as we all got comfortable with the situation. My neighbors, Dan and Karen, arrived a short time later, and the mood was lightened considerably.

After dinner, we moved into the living room for tea and dessert. I started cleaning up the dinning room, and was soon joined by Carol. We quickly removed the remains of the meal, stacking everything in the kitchen. Before returning to the living room, Carol stopped me with a hand on my arm. "Mike, I want to ask you to forgive me for being angry about Cindy's abortion." She said. "And, I want to thank you for being there and supporting her when I couldn't." I told her that I was happy to help, without explaining the added perks of sex with her daughter. We then rejoined the rest with the pies, Cindy and I had baked. The afternoon passed quickly, as we played a few card games and snacked. When Dan and Karen left, Cindy and Carol went upstairs to rest and I retired to my den to watch my movie!

The camera angles were very good, well lighted and real hot action. Watching Cindy's tits swaying as I pounded her pussy was very exciting. I was about to start jacking off, when I noticed one of the VCR's starting to record! Either Cindy or Carol were in the shower, maybe both! I switched to that channel, dreaming of a mother daughter orgy. The picture settled in on Carol, naked, not an altogether bad compromise! She was a carbon copy of her daughter, with bigger tits and a bit more padding here and there. I would still rate her a 10, in my book!

I watched spellbound as she soaped her shoulders, then tits and stomach, then her pussy! Her pubic mound was trimmed back in the typical bikini cut. I could only see a hint of her pussy lips showing through her thick hair. I heard someone coming downstairs, checking that the tape would catch all the action, I switched to a football game. Cindy walked in smiling. "Mom's in the shower, I wanted to thank you for dinner." She said as she lowered herself between my legs! "No." I said, without any real conviction, because I wanted release. She opened my pants and fished out my semi-hard cock. Squeezing my dick lightly she laughed. "You've been thinking of me haven't you?" She asked. I said nothing, because it was her mother I had really been thinking of, not her.

As Cindy took my dick into her mouth, I muted the T.V. and switched back to the shower room. I almost came right there, as Carol was bent over in front of the camera washing her luscious ass! As the water washed the soap away, I again saw her puffy pussy lips peeking out at me. Carol turned back to the camera and rubbed her tits quite roughly, then slipped a hand down to her crotch! I did come as I guided Cindy's head on my dick and watched Carol diddle her clit to a strong orgasm! Before I forgot, I turned the screen back to the football game, stroking Cindy's head as she sucked the last of my sperm from my dick!

When she was done, Cindy hopped up on the couch beside me asking. "When can you fuck me again?" I looked at her, unable to decide how to handle this situation. "Uh, Cindy, remember the talk we had this morning?" I started, with her nodding her head. "I thought we were going to cool this, and you would start seeing people your own age." She smiled her sweetest smile and said. "Yes, that's right, but I can't do that until school starts on Monday." Then she giggled and said. "It's kind of like starting a diet on Monday, you eat like a pig the week before!" I had to smile at that one as I noticed a drop of sperm on the corner of her mouth. I asked about her mother being in the house, to which she replied. "I'll sneak down after she goes to sleep, get fucked, then go back to bed." It sounded simple unless Carol caught on to the routine. I asked her to go at least the first night cold turkey, she said she would try. I wasn't too sure I wouldn't have to fuck her after all, oh well, if I must!

Cindy ran back upstairs as I switched back to the shower, to see Carol seated in the chair under the shower as her legs clenched her hand. From the extension of her nipples and the heavy breathing, I knew she had just come, violently! I was really building a large x-rated video library!

Later, that night we snacked on leftovers, then both women joined me to watch T.V.. Carol said she never liked watching T.V. while laying in bed. I told her it depended on what you were watching. That got a little chuckle from both of them. While waiting for the feature movie to begin, we watched the last of one of the 'Star wars' movies, 'Return of the Jedi', I believe. It was the one where Princess Liea is dressed in a dancing girl's costume, with a leash attached to her neck. Carol mentioned how she read an article about that scene being a part of a fantasy for about half of all American males. I laughed and said it was probably true for a lot of the American females too.

They both laughed, but Carol kept asking about men's fantasies. I told her that the actual scene wasn't the fantasy, just the feeling of power over the girl. She seemed interested in my explanation, so I went on. I mentioned how men want to be in control of what they find most important, sex. Men gladly give up the check book to the women, but they want sex often and on their schedule. I looked at Cindy then Carol then said that maybe we should talk of something else.

But, now Cindy chimed in, asking about what kind of control a man dreamed of having over a woman. I thought for a moment then told them, that the threat of death, like in the movie, becomes moot when the woman gets to a policeman. But, the bigger fear of embarrassment or exposure, like proof she's a thief, or nude pictures. That is something that a man dreams of holding against a woman, to force her to do his bidding. I watched as both women absorbed what I had said. I quickly added that I wasn't suggesting that they take back every hotel towel they ever stole, before I found out. I had just said that when Carol got a very stricken look on her face, and Cindy started laughing maniacally!

Carol, finally explained, her flight left her hometown at 4:00 am, so she reserved a room at the airport hotel, arriving in the late afternoon. She changed clothes, leaving them in the corner of her room, and took a shower. Apparently, she left a towel on her head as her hair dried, then dropped it on the pile of clothes in the corner. The next morning in her haste, she scooped up the pile of clothes and the towel, stuffing them into her flight bag.

I was now laughing along with Cindy as her mother completed her confession of thievery. I told her that I might let her off easy, if she helped me with the dishes. She laughed, saying I wasn't like the men in that article, since their fantasies were much sexier than washing dishes. I grinned and said, that I haven't told her what she has to wear yet. That got another laugh from them, as Carol said that they had time before the movie started to get the dishes done.

The three of us went to the kitchen, where Carol smiled and asked if I ever played charades. I told her no, but if was an easy one I would try. She told me to watch, then tell her what movie this was from. With that, she pulled her arms inside her sweat shirt and removed her bra, placing it on the table. I told her it was from 'Flashdance', except in the movie Jennifer Beals did it one arm at a time. Cindy told us to watch her as she preformed the maneuver flawlessly. Soon there were two bras laying on my kitchen table!

We finally settled down to wash dishes, finishing in plenty of time for the movie to start. As we were getting seated, there was a knock at the door, it was Dan and Karen. They said they had forgotten their plate of turkey and dressing. I told them to go get it now, or I would eat it in the morning. Karen walked into the kitchen, then called for Dan to carry the plate. They both had real strange looks on their faces as they walked back through the living room. We chatted for a bit, then they left. Cindy and Carol both commented on the strange behavior of our visitors, but the movie was starting so we forgot about it.

During the first commercial, I went to the kitchen to get us some sodas, when I noticed what Dan and Karen had seen in the kitchen. Lying on the table, as if thrown in the heat of passion, was two bras!

I went in to tell the girls how their reputations were being sullied by being topless in my house. We had another good laugh about that, as we again started to watch the movie. At one point in the movie, a young girl, the leading lady, is kidnaped. They treat her poorly, tying her up and slapping her when she sasses them. Occasionally, the mention of sex comes up, usually when her long legs are exposed from a slap across the face. They always control themselves and don't take advantage of the situation. I told the girls that was unbelievable, if you're going to jail for kidnaping, bank robbery, and shooting two policemen, rape is hardly a crime you would avoid. They agreed, and admitted that this girl deserved being raped, and sodomized added Carol. I turned to look at her when she said that, and made a comment. "Sounds like you've been caught speeding in Georgia, once or twice." She flashed red as she understood what I was saying. I tried to apologize for my off color remark, but she stopped me. "No, that's alright, you have a quick wit there." "It surprised me, because it was so subtle, I didn't see it till it was past me."

We watched the rest of the movie without comments, then prepared for bed. I reminded them to retrieve their bras from the table, so the neighbors won't talk. I went to my bath to get ready for bed, as they had said they would take the glasses to the kitchen. I walked out to turn off the lights, when I noticed two pairs of panties laying on my sofa! I hollered up the stairs. "Thank you, ladies!" To which I heard two giggling school girls. Sniffing them, I could tell Cindy's since I was familiar with her smell. I lingered on Carol's for awhile, imprinting the aroma on my mind. I imagined having a woman again, one I could proudly take around town, without people thinking it was my daughter. Then I thought of my wife, and I fell asleep crying, that night.

I had no late night visitors that night, and I slept soundly. Before starting breakfast, I put fresh tapes into my VCR's, in case the ladies showered early. I was in the kitchen when Carol walked in, she gave me a little shoulder squeeze as she passed by. "Good morning." I said. "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Yes." Carol answered. "I had a dream that I was being chased by a Georgia state trooper though." She said, smiling. I looked at her, wondering how far I should take this.

"You should have just pulled over, and taken your medicine." I replied.

She walked up close to me and said in a soft whisper. "I did, but each time it was you that got out of the car, and you just gave me a ticket."

"You sound disappointed." I said, as my groin tingled.

"I am, my husband enjoyed anal sex." She announced, with a devious laugh.

"Well, I've always enjoyed anal sex too." I told her, then quickly added. "At least, when I'm giving it."

"That is an interesting statement." She said, as Cindy walked downstairs.

The look Cindy gave me was one of apology, for not joining me in bed last night. I served them oatmeal and toast, the breakfast of old people, I told them. When we were through, I told them that I was going grocery shopping and asked if they wanted anything special. Carol told me she would go with me and replace some of the things they were eating. I smiled and said. "After the late night snack you left me on the couch, we are even." Carol's neck and chest blushed slightly, as she explained. "That was Cindy's idea." "What would Dan and Karen have thought if they saw the two of us running upstairs bare ass naked?" I smiled, imagining the two of them stripping in the living room on a dare, to drop their panties on the sofa. "They would have said, what a lucky stiff." "At least that's what Dan would have said." I told them, looking from one to the other as they also seemed lost in thought.

I snapped them out of it by asking Carol how long before she would be ready to leave. She said she was ready right now, but not for grocery shopping. She said she would hurry and shower, about a half hour, or so. She then ran up the stairs, leaving Cindy and I alone, in the kitchen. She walked over to me and said she was sorry, for only leaving me the empty wrapper last night. She reached down to grasp my dick as she promised to make it up to me, right now. I moved her to the laundry room off of the kitchen, then pushed her sweat pants to the floor. Turning her around I bent her over the washer and then released my dick! I jabbed at her pussy a few times, before she reached back to align me with her moistening slit! I was a bit rough as I pounded away at her quivering sex. I was coming a short time latter as she moaned out her excitement. I used a dirty towel from the hamper to wipe my dick before slipping it back into my pants. I was about ready to help Cindy get cleaned up, when I heard a knock at the back door!

I stepped out, closing the door almost all the way then walking to the door. It was Karen, she stepped inside to talk to me. Today was laundry day and she was out of soap, and she knew today was my shopping day. I told her that I could pick up her soap, but for now she could use some of mine. As I walked towards the laundry room, the door opened and a slim hand held out the soap for me! "Thank you, Thing." I said, taking the soap from her. I turned to see Karen staring at the door. "Cindy is washing some of her delicate items." I said, implying that may have been the reason bras had been heaped on the table last night. Karen sniffed the air a couple of times, then smiled and left. I'm not sure if she believed me or not, but she seemed satisfied. When I opened the laundry door, Cindy stepped out laughing.

I guess I'll need another shower, since my sweat pants are now glued to my pus ..Ah, I mean my vagina." She said as she plucked the crotch of her pants away from her mound. I reached out to grab her waistband and lifted her almost off the floor. "There you go, a wet wedgie!" She shrieked as the folds of cloth pressed between her ass cheeks as well as her pussy lips! I motioned her to be quiet, or her mother might hear. Then Cindy hustled upstairs, to clean up and change.

Carol came down a short time later, saying nothing about any noise she might have heard. We were ready to leave, when Cindy walked down to give her mother a list of items she needed. I was sure it included pads and tampons, since I knew she would be spotting in a few days. Carol's eyebrow lifted slightly, then she smiled and said she would try.

We chatted about everything on the way to the store. Carol reminded me to obey the speed limits, or you know what happens to speeders. I grinned, remembering the conversations we had, concerning anal sex and law enforcement! At the store, we each got a cart, then circled the store together. In the feminine aisle Carol told me to go on ahead and she would catch up. I laughed at her and told her that quite often I would pick up supplies for more then one girl at a time, when they had forgotten. I reached for a box of tampons I knew Cindy used, then selected her pads, handing them to Carol. "Why didn't she just say she needed 'supplies'?" I asked. "She has had me pick them up before." I explained. Carol looked at me wide eyed. "You, pick up pads and tampons for the girls?" She asked, surprised. "Sure, doesn't bother me, the checkout girls know I don't use them."

"You're quite a man Mike, my husband would hardly carry the bag they were in." I didn't think any less of her husband for that, since caring for my ailing wife had taught me to be much more sensitive to a woman's needs.

We had covered the entire store, when Carol stopped in the toothpaste etc aisle. I pointed to the toothpaste all the girls seemed to prefer. Carol shook her head, and picked up a tube of KY jelly and placed it in the cart. "Is she planning on driving fast in Georgia?" I asked, wondering just what Cindy had in mind. "Carol shook her head again, and said. "I don't know" "Is she still seeing that boy, Jeff?" She asked, saying Jeff's name as if he was unworthy to be discussed. I told her no, she had been staying close to the house, only going out to visit my wife with me that one time. Carol asked if she might accompany me on my next visit, I told her I usually go out there on Friday afternoons, before school let out, to avoid the traffic. Even though school was not in session, we decided this afternoon would be fine anyway.

At the checkouts, Carol insisted on paying half the bill, I objected, but didn't make a scene. I figured I could always give the money directly to Cindy, if I wanted to. At home we were putting away the groceries, when Cindy walked down carrying a basket, heading toward the laundry room. "Hi mom, need anything washed?" "I'm doing a load of delicate items." She said with a smile, looking directly at me! I walked into my bedroom and returned with the two pairs of panties. I sniffed one pair and said. "These are yours, I think." Tossing them to Cindy. "And, these ..." I said, taking an extra long sniff of the second pair. "Belong to your mother." "I like them better when they are still warm." I said, looking this time at Carol, watching her neck flush.

I told them I was going to take Karen her laundry soap, and Carol offered to walk along. As we walked, I asked her if she thought I was being too suggestive with Cindy around. She said no, Cindy was a full grown adult now. I said. "Yes, I know, with an abortion to prove it." She stopped walking, staring at me. I was afraid I had made a serious mistake, as she stammered out that Cindy had told her the same thing upstairs. Oh, no, I think she thought I had the upstairs bugged, or video taped, how ridiculous. I looked at her and smiled. "Sorry." I said. "She used the same line on me the day after, I think it helps her to joke about it." Carol relaxed as I continued to tell her of my opinion of Cindy's mental outlook. I asked Carol if Cindy had told her anything about the abortion, or her recovery. She smiled and said she was aware I was in the doctor's office during the procedure, and I had tended to her afterward. She then told me that the fact I had seen Cindy nude, was a little hard for her to accept. I assured her that I had always though of Cindy as another daughter, and felt obligated to assist her when she asked.

We had reached Dan and Karens house, and as I rang the door bell, she grabbed me by the neck and gave me a big kiss! "Thank you, for everything!" Was all she said, as we turned to face the door. Karen opened the door, inviting us in to talk awhile. Carol and Karen were soon in earnest conversation about drapes, wallpaper and paint, while Dan and I talked sports and cars. After about an hour, I asked Carol if she was ready to leave, since I was still going to visit my wife. Karen gave me the same sad look that Cindy had given me just the other day. I knew what they hoped for, that my wife would die and allow me to get on with living. It was something that could be thought, but not said.

As we walked back to my house, Carol asked if I ever dated. I told her no, but I have taken Cindy and some of the other girls out to dinner before. "It helps me maintain my social graces." I said, as I opened the passenger door of the car for her. "Very nice, maybe the three of us could have dinner before I return home." She replied. I hadn't noticed how much I enjoyed having her to talk to, until she talked of leaving. We chatted about a lot of nothing as I drove to the nursing home.

When we got there, I stopped at the front desk to check on my wife's progress, there was none. In the room, I talked at her with no visible effect. I introduced her to Carol and Carol talked to her, explaining how she came to visit her daughter Cindy. At this point my wife opened her eyes and blinked at Carol, then said, very softly. "I know you ..." I was shocked, this was more words than she had spoken in a year! Carol and I leaned in very close to hear my wife's next words. "Find ... wife." "Ah ... love ... you." Was all she said, as she lapsed back into her normal comatose state. I was crying openly as I stood up, Carol looked at me, she too was crying. We hugged each other as we both sobbed and wiped tears away. A nurse walked up and handed me a box of tissues, then closed the door as she left. We must have stood there for ten minutes or more, before I was able to control myself.

I apologized to Carol for soaking her shoulder, she just took a tissue and swabbed my shirt front that was also wet. We sat down and talked about what had happened. I told her of how early in her illness my wife had made me promise to remarry. "She said that I was too much fun to be good at being a lonely old widower." I told her as I blinked back tears. Carol held my hand and said that my wife was right, I needed a woman around to have fun with. I don't know how she meant that, but I knew of several fun things I enjoyed doing with a woman. I kissed my wife, telling her we were leaving, I saw no indication that she even heard me. Walking out, Carol slid her arm inside mine and held herself close to me, that felt real good.

Back at the house, I retreated to my den for some privacy, as had become my routine after a visit to the nursing home. I noticed a card setting on the coffee table as I entered. Closing the doors I sat down, before opening the card. It was a comical card wishing I felt better, signed Cindy. There was a P.S., she said she had left me another little something that might cheer me up. I then noticed another envelope tucked under the edge of a magazine. Opening this one, I found a pad of notes stapled together, each one entitled me to various sexual acts with 'a known slut', who I assumed was her. Then I saw the two Polaroid pictures of her naked, with the caption on one reading 'I'm yours to command.' and the other said 'Known Slut'. I smiled, even though I knew I would have to give them back to her, she was trying to kick me out of my depression.

I made a decision right there, placing the cards and pictures in a safe place, I walked out to the kitchen. Carol and Cindy were in a heartfelt conversation, I knew what they were discussing, since they were both crying. "We are going out for dinner tonight, my treat." I said to them, with a smile. "I do not want to hear anything sad tonight, just happy thoughts." Carol looked at me and said. "Peter Pan, right?" Now it was my turn to be confused, until I realized she meant the quote 'happy thoughts'. I laughed, telling her I wasn't sure.

We had an enjoyable evening, dinner and with a movie afterward. I suggested a visit to a quaint little tea room, I used to visit with my wife. I was surprised that Paul, the owner, remembered me, it had been at least two years since I last stopped by. He greeted me warmly, then led us to a window booth, near where my wife and I used to sit. I knew he was trying to be tactful, but I stopped him, motioning toward 'our' booth.

"But of course, I forgot ... your booth." Paul said, with a pained expression on his face. I gripped his shoulder and thanked him for everything. When we were seated, I explained to Cindy and Carol about this booth. My wife liked to watch people leaving the movie house, to gauge their feelings about the movie. She claimed that she could tell what they thought about it, not just if they liked it or not. Carol looked at me, asking what I thought of the movie.

I told her that the movie was a simple adventure, and love story, with tragedy and death in the middle. The two main characters survive to get married, happy ending. Except for the people who died in the middle. She looked at me seriously and said I sounded cynical. I told her I was tired of being the people in the middle, I needed my happy ending. I noticed a tear forming in her eye as I talked. I reached over to catch the tear as it moved down her cheek. "Please, don't feel sorry for me, I'll be alright." We smiled at each other as Paul brought our drinks.

The conversation lightened up considerably and we actually had some good laughs over the movie. As we walked to the car, it seemed natural for Carol to be clinging to my arm. Cindy walked to my other side and held my hand, I felt good. Arriving home, all good feelings disappeared with the message on my answering machine. The doctor from the nursing home wanted me to call. Mary had slipped into a coma, she was hours from death!

I called all of our brothers and sisters, to alert them to what was happening. Carol insisted on joining me at the hospital, Cindy was left to answer the phone, in case any relatives called back for more details. Carol said she would call from the hospital with updates. I was so shaken by something I knew was coming for a year, that Carol had to drive. At the hospital, the doctor met us at the door, letting me know what had been done. I reminded him that Mary's comfort was all that mattered, no life sustaining measures were to be taken. He agreed, as we moved to her room, I noticed the nurse from the nursing home was there. She walked up to me, gave me a hug, and told me she was so sorry.

My wife passed quietly at about 3:00 in the morning and I couldn't find the heart to cry. I was too empty from the years of her suffering, to wish her back to life, and more suffering. We left the hospital and drove home in silence. Cindy was sleeping on the couch in the living room. On the coffee table was a stack of messages, and a pile of tissues. I felt so sorry for her as I turned to Carol to bid her a good night.

Carol covered her daughter with an afghan, before saying anything. "Mike." She said, imploringly. "I don't want you to be alone tonight." I assured her I would be fine. She shook her head, and said. "I didn't want it to be this way, but I want to sleep with you ... tonight." I was shocked by her canid remarks. I stammered a denial of need, which she brushed aside. "I don't expect a night of passion, but if you want it ... I'm available."

I sighed and told her. "I appreciate the offer, but I had hoped I could get you in bed without it being a pity move."

She smiled and said. "I wanted to go to bed with you ever since grocery shopping with you."

"Really?" I asked. "Usually I score big with women at the dry cleaners." I smiled as she broke out laughing.

"See?" She said. "You have the ability to make me laugh and I think I'm falling for you." Then in a lower voice she said. "Besides, according to those messages we have company coming tomorrow, this is our last chance to be naughty."

I looked into her eyes to remember the color and to gauge her emotions right now. I held her close and kissed her, like a man kisses his lover. She folded into my arms as my hands roamed over her body. I glanced to the couch to see Cindy with a broad grin on her face, watching us embrace. I led her into my bedroom and slowly undressed her, as I memorized her body. We fell into the bed. I fondled her breasts and rubbed her pussy, like a teenager!

I asked permission to have sex with her before placing my dick at her opening. Her only reply was. "Yes, fuck me!" I came after only a few minutes and she seemed to have a small orgasm. I apologized for my poor performance, to which she said. "We will practice again ... and again!" We snuggled and fell fast asleep.

The next morning, I awoke to feel Carol pressed tightly to me, as I held her from behind. I couldn't help thinking of how I had held Cindy in a similar way only a few days gone by! I moved my hips, sliding my dick across her pussy lips. With a moan of approval, she reached down and aligned my dick with her moist slit! As we screwed, I could hear the phone ringing and Cindy answering it. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but could imagine some of the conversations. When Carol and I both had our orgasms, we laid in bed and talked. Hearing us talking, Cindy walked in to talk to us.

"Well there, I see you two have gotten to know each other very well indeed." She said with a smile, I hoped was genuine. "We need to start picking people up at the airport at two." She said in a very professional manner. "I have checked with the motels on this end of town, and they will hold enough rooms for everybody who needs them." "I have talked with all the girls, and they will be here for the funeral." "And, your son and his wife will stay in your den, your daughter I put in my room, mother and I will take Susan's room." "She agreed to double up with Cindy, and everyone else offered to do anything they could to help out." "If you trust me with your car, I have a list of people and their flights ready." It was amazing how everything was so coordinated, I guess her majoring in hotel/motel management was paying off right now!

I looked at her with a combination of love and admiration for her handling of all the details. "I guess everything is under control, thanks Cindy." I said, before asking a question I needed answered. "Did Jack, from the funeral home call?" The look she gave me was of sorrow again. I felt Carol cling to me a little tighter as we waited for Cindy to talk.

"Yes, he asked about clothing, viewing can be as early as three today." I nodded, as tears formed in all our eyes. After a moment of silence she said. "I'll take your trollop to her room, since Dan and Karen will be here shortly, we must keep up the pretense." I smiled at her description of her mother, and told her to treat my 'lady' with care. She smiled as her mother got out of bed naked and pulled on her pants and blouse.

When they had left I cried for a few minutes, to release some of my grief. I then took a shower and dressed quickly. Dan and Karen were in the kitchen when I walked in, coffee was ready and Karen had cinnamon rolls in the oven.

"Thanks for stopping over, I appreciate the help." I told them as they looked at me with pity in their eyes. "Really I'm glad this day is here, in a week I can start to look forward again." Dan walked up to me and handed me a coffee.

"Cindy has me on shuttle service from the airport and hotels, she has my car phone number and I have all the names and times." He said. "I will make sure they get settled in and know where to go, Sam has his bus out and is running shuttle from the hotels, the funeral home, and here." I was surprised to hear that. Sam the owner of our nicest hotel in town had a bus he usually only ran for orientation week and parents week-end at the college. I would have to thank him, and offer to pay him something.

I was speechless as I saw nothing but efficient people, running smoothly. "Guess I could have stayed in bed, you guys have everything covered." Cindy and Carol walked in as I said that. With smiles all around they grabbed some coffee and sat at the table with us. "I'll take the clothing to the funeral home, since I'm not needed here." "Uh Carol, if you're not assigned any duty, would you come along?" I asked as I looked toward Cindy.

Cindy smiled and said. "That is her assignment to stay with you, and carry her cell phone in case we need to get in touch with you." "Your son arrives at four and your daughter at five, so dinner will be at six." I grinned and shook my head as she told me all of this.

"Cindy, I feel like I'm involved in a military maneuver here." "Do we need to synchronize our watches?"

She smiled and said. "O.K., maybe I'll call back and cancel Dan's chauffeur's uniform, but nothing else!" Dan looked startled, until he saw us grinning. "I hope I haven't forgotten anything." "Oh!" She squeaked as she jumped up and went into the dinning room. I smiled at Carol as she sat sipping her coffee, her girl was a real dynamo! Returning a moment later, Cindy had several announcements for me to choose from. I agreed with her choice and she scurried off to make the arrangements.

Karen made the comment that Cindy has been running like a race horse all morning, and hasn't left the house. I could see that everyone realized that she had single handedly brought calm to the chaos. We chatted for a few minutes, until the cinnamon rolls were done and Cindy rejoined us. I enjoyed the warmth from the oven and my friends as much as I dreaded the next two days.

The day rolled along smoothly, even with late flights and a light rain. We had a large dinner, with Cindy and Carol joining my son and his wife and my daughter, along with my wife's last surviving sister and her husband and I. Susan and Cindy helped Karen serve the meal, the two girls looked stunning in their dark dresses. The conversation at the table naturally settled on memories of Mary. I held up quite well, until my daughter asked if her mother had said anything on my last visit. As I dabbed my eyes, Carol told her of the visit.

"I was there with your father." Carol said. "Your mother did say a few words to him." She related the story perfectly, and even said my wife's words in the same halting way. 'Find ... wife.' And. 'Ah ... love ... you.' There wasn't a dry eye at the table as everyone absorbed the meanings in those simple words. Karen and Cindy walked in, carrying boxes of tissues for us. We soon moved to the living room to have coffee.

When everyone had either left or went to bed, I joined Dan, Karen and Carol in the kitchen to help with dishes. They talked light heartedly and didn't discuss dark subjects, for which I was thankful. When Dan and Karen left, Carol and I walked them home. I must have thanked them ten times as we walked, and they insisted it was nothing. At their door, Karen kissed my cheek and told me to be brave. Again I thanked her, and shook Dan's hand, thanking him for his efforts again.

Walking back to my house, I held Carol's hand against the Autumn chill in the air. I stopped on the steps to my door and turned her to face me. "Thank you, for everything." I said, then not letting her say a word, I gave her a deep kiss. She melted into my arms and we tentatively rubbed tongues as I crushed her against me! She sighed deeply as I released my grip on her.

"Oh, Mike I'm a little scared of my feelings right now." She said. "I haven't felt this way about anyone since ..." I quickly kissed her lightly, not allowing her to continue.

"I know." I said. "It is all so sudden and there are a lot of emotions we are both going through right now." I said, referring to the funeral and Cindy's abortion. "Please, wait until everything settles down before you make any decisions concerning us." Looking into her eyes, I could see the same love and devotion I had seen in Cindy's eyes earlier in the week. I was feeling very confused and not very noble, as I felt I was using the women of their family!

We let ourselves in and I went straight to my bedroom, as she went upstairs to bed. I slept soundly and actually felt I again had a future before me.

The funeral was that Sunday afternoon, on a beautifully sunny day. I was constantly surrounded by a covey of lovely young girls as I walked around to talk with everyone. The dinner was held at Sam's hotel banquet hall and everyone seemed to enjoy the whole affair. It was about four, when Dan started to shuttle everyone back to the airport for their flights out. I went to the airport with my son and daughter, since their flights were close together. After my son and his wife had flown out, my daughter got me alone to talk.

"I know mother wanted you to remarry, I do too." She said. "Is there something between you and Carol?" I was stunned to think it was that obvious. I tried to think of an answer, as my daughter smiled. "I thought so." "It's alright dad, I approve completely." "You deserve to be happy, and if Carol can make you happy you have all our blessings." With that she kissed my cheek and hugged me. I was actually looking forward to something better, a whole lot better!