{ASST} Summer_Camp {Mr_Ed} MF, MFg, rom, inc, 1st Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction, and has no basis or purpose other than to entertain. It should not be read by any minor, for it is not intended as an instructional manual in sex. If the idea of underage sex bothers you, do not read any further. Summer Camp By: Mr. Ed He had been taking care of the camp ground for many years now, and seemed to move around the place with impunity, almost totally unnoticed as the kids went about their activities. There always seemed to be at least one girl that he came to know each year, and they would get a little closer than the others. Often he would wander out in the evenings, and on more than one occasion was joined by the girl or girls he had come to know that year. He suspected that they felt comfortable with him primarily as he was older and had a head of white hair. They seemed to love playing in his hair, but he had little he was willing to loose, and tried to discourage them, or at least restrain them from what they wanted to do to him. There was no way he would loan any one of them his comb. At the end of camp each year, he would receive their recognition when his name was called, and he was thanked for caring for the property, and keeping it so nice. It always made him feel good when that happened, and he was proud of the condition in which he kept the grounds. The camp itself was catering to the young city girls with thirteen being the oldest admitted. Supported through donations for the most part, it changed from a fee being charged for the month, to a camp where sponsors would pay the fee for a child's attendance. The owners were practical enough not to allow anyone in without a sponsor paying the fee, but somehow the camp was always filled close to capacity every year. New Camp Year Last year it had been a girl named Linda that he found getting close to him. She did not have a father in her life, and seemed to adopt him into that role. He had many long talks with her, and provided what encouragement he could to cause her to make the best of her situation. When the bus pulled in with the first load of children this year, she bolted off the bus and ran straight into his arms, crying because she was so happy to see him again. "I'm so glad to see you again, Uncle Bruce," she declared, using the name she had come to know him by. "So much has happened, and I almost didn't get to come to camp! I had to find a store near my new home and begged him to pay my fee. It was only a couple of days ago that he finally did. I missed you, so much, Uncle Bruce!" "We have lots of time to see each other later, Linda, and it is good to see you again this year. Now you go back and join the others, and we will meet up after the camp introductions and room assignments." "Okay, Uncle Bruce," she said as she dried away the tears. "I'm just so happy to see you again! You were so good to me last year! I think I love you, sir!" Bruce had to walk her back towards the group, and when he saw her respond to her name being called, he turned back to what he had been doing. His heart felt a little warmer, for it was the first time one of the girls had returned a second year, and it was nice that she remembered him so fondly. Later that day, during the twilight hours, he was wandering down beside the lake front. The girls were being given their first chance at a swim for this year, and the sounds of the play and laughter were heart warming. As he turned to go a little further away from the main grounds, Linda came up and slipped her hand into his. "Where are you going, Uncle Bruce?" she asked. "My work for the day is done, Linda, so I was just taking a wander around and relaxing," he told her. "Why don't you go back and have your first swim for this year?" he suggested to her. "I'll get lots of time for swimming during the next month, but right now, I want to talk to the man I had to work so hard to see again." "Then why don't you go back to your cabin and change out of your bathing suit," he suggested. "I'd be happy to wait for you." "We walked and talked last year when I was wearing my bathing suit, Uncle Bruce. Do you remember?" "How could I forget when you pulled it down to have a pee in the bush?" he asked. "You must be more careful about doing something like that, Linda," he told her. "It is dangerous, especially when you are such a pretty young girl!" "Well thank you, sir!" she declared. "But I am careful, and you are the only man that I would ever do that with. But I've got things to tell you!" "Then let's sit over on that log, and have a talk," he suggested. She tried to get there a little faster by pulling him by his hand over to the log. He got there at his own pace, and eventually they sat down together. Family Tragedy "My mom died last winter," she told him, breaking out into tears. "Oh, Linda!" he exclaimed. "I am so sorry to hear that! So what is happening to you now? Are you living with family?" She was crying too hard to speak and shook her head in a negative response. Then she stood up and wrapped herself around him, the tears bursting out of her in deep, heart felt sobs. She didn't notice the senior camp counsellor coming up to them, but Bruce had noticed, and beckoned her over. "Linda tells me her mother died last winter," he told the counsellor. "I don't know where she is living now, since she hasn't been able to tell me yet. Perhaps you could give her some special help in dealing with it?" "She is already getting help from the person that she needs to get help from. I was just coming to look for you to tell you of her loss, and ask that you give her as much time as you can spare. She needs your time, Mr. Burns. She needs you more than anyone else she has ever known or that is here in this camp. Please do what you can!" she requested. Linda had slowed down the tears when Uncle Bruce was talking to somebody else, and turned to see who it was. She still clung herself to him, as she tried to smile at the counsellor, and then turned back to burying her face on his shoulder. His hands rubbing the small of her back helped her calm down again, and finally she looked up to find the counsellor gone, and they were alone on the beach. "I'm living with foster parents, and I hate it," she told him. "The only thing they seem to want is to collect their money every month. They give me food but they don't even hold my hand or say good night or anything! There are eight of us living there, and she only knows if we are there by counting heads as they call it." "There is not much I'd be able to do to help you with that part, darling," he told her. I will make some inquiries about it, and see if there is some way to find you a new home with different foster parents. In the mean while, you are here for a month, and can enjoy yourself, as a young girl should. Make the best of this time, and I'll look into when you go back home. Okay?" "I don't have a home anymore," she told him. "You are the only person that has ever shown me you care, and you don't even need to be bothered by a pesky little girl, but you do anyway. I love you, Uncle Bruce. You can't know how much, and I don't know how to tell you." "I'm sorry, Uncle Bruce," she continued. "I didn't mean to wet up your shirt front like that!" He looked down at his shirt, and for the first time became aware that his shirt was wet from her bathing suit, and her tears up on his shoulder. "Something tells me that it will dry, Linda," he said. "That is not to worry about." Trusting Innocence "Would you come with me for a moment?" she asked holding out her hand to him. He got up, and was led over to some bushes a little further from the water than the log they were using as a bench. Without a word, she pulled down the shoulder straps of her bathing suit, and pulled it down to her knees. Then she crouched down and the urine started to flow. He had to admire the trusting innocence of the young girl, now supporting two much fuller formed breasts than she had last year, but still without any pubic hair. When she finished, she stood up, and pulled the bathing suit back up, and hand in hand they returned to the log. "You are the only man that I would ever let see me do that, Uncle Bruce. I don't know if that gives you an idea of how much I love you, but I really do!" "It is not right for you to do that in front of me though, Linda," he told her. "As nice as it is to see a pretty young girl, your body is private, and should not be shown until you find the young man that you choose to share it with, and even then, it should only be when you are married." "Well, Uncle Bruce," she replied, "I understand what you have said. But what you don't understand is that is I have chosen to give you my trust, and I don't care that you are older than I am. You are the only person that I do trust, and care about." "Thank you for that, Linda," he said to her. "What we need to do right now, though, is try and help you get through the next month, and make sure you have a good time while doing it. Then we need to see what can be done about your home situation, and we will go from there. I am in the best position to look into your home, so leave that with me for the time being. That only leaves you with one thing to do right now, and that is enjoying yourself for the next month while you are here at camp. Can you handle that?" "Yes, Uncle Bruce," she replied. "See what I mean? Only you could take all my problems away, and leave me with having fun! You are the greatest, Uncle Bruce, and I still love you!" "Truth be known, I guess I love you too, Linda," he said. "Now why don't you get back to camp and find out what everyone else is doing. I bet you are missing out on some fun right now!" "I'm willing to go back if you walk with me," she said, "but I am having fun, as being with you is fun to me!" Hand in hand, they walked back to the main campground, and found the cabin she had been assigned to. He said good night to her, and left her at the door, while he returned to his own quarters, since it was too dark for any more wandering about. Counsellor's Observations "Whatever you said to her last night, she came back a different girl than the one that arrived yesterday, Mr. Bruce," said the counsellor as she approached him where he was working. "The change is just marvelous, and she is happy, and nice to be around, getting along with all the other girls, and even taking charge in a leadership role. Whatever it is, sir, you need to bottle it and sell it for it would be worth a fortune." "Well, that is good to hear, but I've been wanting to talk to you about Linda," he said. "Could I take some of your time now?" "Unless there is an immediate matter to deal with, any time you need to speak to me, please do not hesitate. What may I do for you?" she asked. Bruce described the home situation as Linda had related it to him, and wondered if there was anything she could do to correct the problem. He admitted he had only heard one side of the story, but suspected it was based in fact, and that he had no way to substantiate the claims. Would you have any contacts that could investigate her claims, and look into the allegations for the sake of the other children there?" "I won't make any promises, but I will certainly try to find out what is going on," she replied. "I don't think I should use my contacts just at the moment, but when I can learn a little more, that may influence my decision. Please give me a chance to look into it, and thank you for caring so much. I begin to see why Linda puts such faith in you, for you really are a caring person." He smiled, and thanked her, and then returned to what he was doing. Waterside Conversation That evening, he was sitting down at the waters edge on the beach. Somehow he had found his way to the same log he had been on last night with Linda, and he was still troubled by what she had said relating to her home life. His thoughts were keeping his full attention, so he did not hear the approach of somebody from behind, and only knew of the presence when his eyes were covered by a pair of small little hands. "Guess who," came the very feminine and small voice from behind him. "Sounds like a six foot quarter back of the local football club to me," he said. "Is that Fred Magillicutty?" he asked. "Oh, Uncle Bruce," she exclaimed in frustration. "I can never fool you, and ... come to think of it, I guess I'm glad of that! That's part of why I feel safe with you!" she said as she sat down beside him. "So how was your day, Linda?" he asked. "I've heard some pretty good reports about you!" "Oh yea?" she responded. "Well, I did as you told me to do, and had fun. All day I watched you working around the camp, and I don't think you noticed me even once. You were busy, though, so I guess I couldn't expect anything different." "Well you would be wrong, for I also saw you doing things with the other girls, and it made me feel good that you did seem to be having fun. You need that right now, so keep it up!" "I will, Uncle Bruce," she declared, "and it is all thanks to you. I don't know how you did it, but you washed away all my other cares, and all I had to do was have fun! It was really great! Oh, by the way, I brought this for you," she said as she handed him a big bright red apple." "Well now, isn't that sweet!" he said with genuine surprise. "Thank you, darling. Would you share it with me?" "Maybe just a little piece," she said. "Thanks Uncle Bruce." He got out his knife, and cut her offering into two pieces, passing one to her. "No way!" she declared. "I brought it for you! Cut this in half again, please," she requested. He did that, and she took back the quarter apple, leaving him with the remainder. History Revealed "Were you ever married, Uncle Bruce," she asked. "Many years ago, Linda," he replied. "So how come she is not still with you?" she persisted. "She is, darling, every day!" he told her. "She lives in my heart, for as long as I am alive." "What do you mean, Uncle Bruce?" she questioned further. "She died in a car accident several years ago, darling," he explained. "Just before I came up her to work at the camp." "I'm so sorry," declared Linda with complete sincerity. "So I wasn't the only one to loose somebody. You really miss her don't you Uncle Bruce?" "Very much," he said as a shiver passed through his body. "So was so gentle and kind and loving, and a real good looking woman, too!" "Have you had any girl friends since she died?" Linda asked. "Every year I get a new girl friend, but this year looks like it will be different. This year you came back to the camp, and so you are the longest lasting girl friend I've had!" "Man, you sure know how to make a girl feel good!" she exclaimed. "Thank you, Uncle Bruce. I love that you call me your girl friend!" "So what about your love life?" he asked. "Have you met any young man that you like yet?" "I met one guy that I've fallen in love with, Uncle Bruce. He is the kindest, smartest and greatest guy I think that ever lived. No matter what I tell him, he always understands, and knows just how to make me feel good. You would really like him, Uncle Bruce, cause he is such a great guy. I'd do anything for him, anytime, anyway that he wanted." "Now this is sounding serious, Linda," he said. "You are, what, twelve now?" She nodded yes. "I guess we should talk about boys, for I think there are some things you need to know, if you are so serious about him." "I don't think you need to tell me about those things, for you already know the guy I'm in love with. You are the only man I've ever loved, Uncle Bruce!" Great Rewards "You little smartie pants! You are going to get a good tickling for that one," he said as he reached for her. She dodged his hands, and then ran down the beach a little way, and he followed her at a surprisingly good speed. He caught her, and grabbed her waist, picked her up off the sand, and began tickling her at her waist. She laughed and fell back on the sand, but he did not let up as she squirmed under his relentless attack. In her twisting around, her little skirt came up about her waist, exposing her panties, but he still persisted. "I give, Uncle Bruce," she said amidst the giggles. "I give up!" Finally he stopped, and she lay back smiling at him. "That was wonderful, Uncle Bruce! I really do love you, you know!" "Well, I love you too, Linda," he declared. "Now get up, and let me dust off some of the sand." Bruce helped her to her feet, and had her turn around for him to brush off her back, as she had sand from her hair down to her legs and the heels of her feet. Working from the top, he did his best to get it out of her hair, and then moved on down to her shoulders and back. The butt of her skirt was next, and then her legs and feet. "You missed a spot, Uncle Bruce," she said. His inspection didn't show up any more, until she said, "Under here," as she held up her skirt. True enough, the butt of her panties was covered in sand, and he brushed it off for her, and concluded with a smack of his hand across her backside. "What was that for?" she asked, startled at getting the smack. "It is what you deserved for looking so sweet, and being so trusting, darling," he told her. "Then do you want to give it another?" she asked as she held her skirt up again. "Put it down before I put you over my knees and give you a real spanking! Behave yourself!" She dropped her skirt down over her panties, put her arms around his neck and kissed him firmly on his lips while her breasts were pressed against his chest. Then she took his hand and began walking back to their log. "No darling," he told her. "This way!" he said, and led her back towards the main campground. Extended Conversation "I'd really like to spend some more time with you, Uncle Bruce," she told him. "It isn't time for lights out yet, so could we sit and talk a little longer? Please?" "If you can spare the time, Mr. Burns," came the counselor's voice from behind them, "I think it would be a good idea for her to sit with you and talk. Why don't you go and sit on the veranda of the main cabin. The chairs there are really comfortable," "I suppose, but there is one condition," he said to Linda. "You go and get your hairbrush, for there is still some sand in your hair!" "Would you really brush my hair for me, Uncle Bruce?" she questioned. "No, I want to use it on your backside!" he exclaimed. "Now go and get your hairbrush!" "I've never seen a child that anxious to get her backside smacked," observed the counsellor. "She knows the only use for the brush is through her hair," he told her. "Oh, Mr. Burns!" she exclaimed. "I know that as much as she does. She is a lucky girl to have a man like you to care about her." "She is one very fine young lady, and I just hope she can get through these next few years. I'm very worried about her future!" Even as he said the words, he felt a cold shiver through his spine, for it was not a promising future for his little friend. Upon her return, they headed up to the main cabin, and the veranda at the front of it. Linda was sat down on the floor before him, and he began brushing her soft hair, removing even more sand than he had expected to find. They chatted, mostly about things at the camp, while the hair brushing continued. Forty five minutes later, the hair was looking pretty good, and sand free, and it was time for lights out. Linda was told to run for her cabin, and barely got to call back 'good night' to him as she bounded over to the cabin and rushed inside, heading for her assigned bed. "How is it that you are so good with children, Mr. Burns," asked the counsellor. "The way you deal with her, and with the other children is marvelous, and is far better than I think I could ever manage even with my training." "It probably has something to do with my background in the medical profession," he replied. "What exactly were you in the profession? Were you a nurse?" she asked. "No, a surgeon," he replied. She stopped in her tracks and looked at him. "You are a doctor, and you are taking care of the camp grounds!" she exclaimed. "I couldn't practice after my wife was killed in an accident. My hands were not steady enough to perform surgery on anybody, so I left the profession, and came up here to care for the camp. This is not something I usually talk about, so if you need anything more, please speak to the camp owners. They know my history, and it is in their files. Right now, if you will excuse me, I think I need to retire." Without waiting for a reply he headed towards his cabin. "I think I touched a wrong nerve, Doctor, and I'm really sorry, sir!" called the camp counsellor. He waived his hand, and continued on his way, not looking back. Executive Meeting "Not only is he one of the most decorated doctors, he is the real owner of this camp, and your employer," said the camp director. "He has papers published that are standard subjects for study for those attending university and studying to be a doctor. Not only that, he saved my life several years ago, and I still don't know how I could ever repay him." "What he told you about his wife is true, for he lost her in a car accident. He has never gotten over that, and now he just wants to do whatever around the camp, and live in a place away from all he knew back in the city. Please respect his privacy, and don't serve as a reminder to him! He is too fine a man to have less than what he wants!" "I want to thank you for sharing this information with me, sir! I'm really glad he has such a good friend in you, and you can be assured, I will respect his privacy," declared the counsellor. Another Day It was approaching evening when the counsellor finally managed to meet up with Mr. Burns. She called to him, and was actually surprised by the warmth of the smile when he turned in response to her call. "I am really sorry to bother you, Doctor," she said. "There is a matter concerning Linda that I need to speak with you about, though, if I may have just a little of your time, sir!" "Shall we go someplace a little less noisy?" he suggested. There were girls all around them, and as they usually did, screaming at each other instead of talking. They ended up on the veranda of his cabin, as it was a lot closer than the main cabin, but far enough away from the screams that they could talk. "I don't understand why it is, sir," she began, "but I seem to have hit a brick wall. When I started to inquire about Linda, the system seemed to just lock down, and even my contacts would barely talk to me, other than to tell me to drop the matter. It is almost like somebody high up is trying to keep a lid of secrecy on the whole matter. The more I see Linda, the more I think it is exactly what she is saying, but I don't know what to do to help her any more." "Then I have one favour to request of you, counsellor," he said to her. "Please pull whatever we have on file about her, and bring it to me. I would like to have it early tomorrow morning, if I may." "I will certainly do that for you, sir," she told him. "I'm not sure what value it will be, for there is so little we have on record about her." "Don't forget, she was here last year, and that will be a part of what I need." "If you need them, then I will get them tonight, Doctor!" she declared. "Please excuse me for a few minutes, because I will get them right now!" She was out the door, and he could see her running across the courtyard, heading for the main cabin. About half an hour later, she was knocking on his cabin door. He joined her on the veranda and she handed him three file folders. "It appears that this is Linda's third time here, Doctor. She was here last year, and the year before. I pray to God that you can get something from those files that will allow you to help her, for she really needs you, and before she returns to the city." "I have one more favour to ask of you then, counsellor. Would you please forget the Doctor business. My name is Bruce Burns; Mr. Bruce Burns!" he stated, with and emphasis on the mister. "That was stupid of me, sir! I guess I will have to put it down to my inexperience, for I should have realized you wouldn't want to be called that. Mr. Burns, I think I better get out of here before I make any more mistakes. Would you excuse me, please?" "No I won't!" he declared. "Please sit down a minute longer!" he instructed her, pointing at the chair she had just abandoned. "Your heart is in the right place, counsellor, but your experience in the practical is a little short. Do not berate yourself, for what you classify as mistakes, for that would be totally inappropriate. All I would like for you to do, is modify your practices on the matters I speak to you about. I am here, and would be happy to meet with you anytime. As a matter of fact, I was pleased to approve your hiring when I reviewed the applications, and you have not disappointed me since. You have, however, learned things that I do not want to be public knowledge, and I want to become the helpful handyman again. Do you understand?" "You really are a great man, sir. It is so unfair to you, and to the rest of the world, for we all need more men like you. Yes I understand what you have said and want, but I will tell you right now, that is going to be one very hard road to follow. It is only because of the respect I have for you that I will have any chance at all. God bless you, Mr. Handyman!" She did not wait to be dismissed, but ran through his cabin screen door, heading for her quarters on the compound. Missing Security The following morning, Bruce left the camp, and remained away for the day. It was surprising to find how many noticed this quite worker's absence, and asked after him. Amongst them were both the counsellor and Linda, and neither could find out where or why he was not there. Indeed, it caused Linda to turn to the counsellor she had resisted getting close to in an effort to learn about her friend's absence. "I don't know where he is or why he is gone, Linda," said the counsellor. "What I do know, however, is that he is one of the best friends you could ever have, and you need to trust him completely. I'm sure that he is alright, and that he will come back. I understand how much you are missing him though and for that matter, I miss him too. Stop worrying, and do what he wants you to do, and that is to have fun." Linda knew what the counsellor had said were similar words to what Uncle Bruce would have said to her, and that helped a little, but she still missed his being there. She wanted to feel safe again. It was early evening when a car drove back into the camp ground, and pulled into the garage beside the handyman's cabin. She did not recognize the car, but when it went into that garage, Linda took off from what she had been doing, and ran across the camp ground, jumping up into Uncle Bruce's arms as he walked out of the garage. "You were gone all day, and it scared me!" she exclaimed through her tears. "I missed you, so much, and am glad you are home again," she declared as she clung to him with both her arms and her legs. "Please tell me before you go away again, Uncle Bruce! Please!" "Alright, Linda!" he said softly to her. "I'm back again, and I don't think I will need to go away again while you are here. I had some very important business to take care of, and I had to go to the city to do it. But I am back again, so you can relax now, and stop worrying." The counsellor and the couple that owned the camp all came over to him, and heard the words he said to Linda. "So all is in order now?" asked the camp director. "Not yet, but I think it soon will be. It seems that I still have some influential friends, and they are in the right places to make things happen," he told them. "Are you okay, counsellor?" he asked. "It sounds crazy to me, but I think I missed you as much as Linda did, Mr. Handyman! I feel better now that you have returned, though. When he reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder, she stepped forward, and hugged him, and since he was still holding Linda, she got a part of the hug. Time Lapse Before Invasion Several days went by in a more normal way in so far as the planned camp activities occupied just about everyone's time. Linda and the counsellor both managed to find time each day to meet up with and talk to Mr. Burns, no matter how many times they happened to encounter each other during the day. The counsellor became Candice to both Linda and Mr. Burns, and he became Uncle Bruce to Candice, just as Linda had started addressing him last year. There was one day when the rains came, and came in force. It was not enough to do any damage to anything except the normal camp activities. Plans were in place to give the girls something to fill their time during rain days. These was implemented, but became of no interest to either Candice nor to Linda. Both of them managed to make the dash over to the handyman's cabin in the hope of spending a little time with him. They managed to stay for most of the day, even during meals, for they were provided these from his supplies. Linda found that she was really beginning to like Candice, and showed signs of warming to her on a more personal level. It was almost lights out time when they finally returned to their own cabins. The following day was sunny and nice again, and everything returned to the camp normal. That was up until early in the afternoon, when the camp was invaded. Two police cars and two other cars drove into the camp grounds, and everyone headed towards Mr. Burn's cabin. Bruce was the last to arrive for he had been working on the other side of the camp, and had a distance to walk. They remained there for nearly two hours, and caused much speculation around the camp grounds. Linda was determined to find out what was going on, but Candice restrained her, saying that whatever it was, Uncle Bruce would be able to take care of it. Reluctantly she turned back the way she was coming from, only to be stopped by his voice. "Linda!" She turned at his first call to see him standing on his veranda. "Come over here, please, Linda!" She arrived at a run. Inside there were a lot of men and women sitting around his living room and adjacent dining room. A few were police in uniforms, but most wore suits or dresses, but together they presented an imposing sight to make Linda want to hide away from them. "I want to have a talk with you, Linda, and I want you to talk with me as if you and I were alone. Forget all these people here, and just look at me and talk with me, answering any question I ask you. Okay?" For the next hour she was asked to talk about her foster parents, and how and what happened while she was there. She told them of the opinion she had formed about them only waiting for their money each month, and how offended she was when the man of the house opened the bathroom door while she was bathing, more than once. They talked a lot about the other kids in the house, and different things she had witnessed, and then spent a long time talking about how she felt about them, and herself. Even though it was not asked, she managed to get in that he was the only person she felt really safe being with. Then Uncle Bruce held out his arms opened towards her, and she bolted from her seat into his embrace, and relished the comfort of his arms around her. She had almost forgotten the other people were there until they started moving about and talking amongst themselves. Under instructions from Uncle Bruce, she returned to whatever was happening in the camp, and he went back to discussions with the visitors. Then they were gone, and everything began to feel normal again. It was all Linda could do to sit and eat supper with the other girls that evening, and as soon as she could, she escaped the crowd and ran over to Uncle Bruce's cabin. There was no surprise to his welcoming her and receiving an invitation to come inside, and that is exactly what she wanted. "What were all those people about, Uncle Bruce?" she asked. Before she could be given an answer, however, there was a knock on his door. Candice was also curious, and had come to see if she could be nosy enough to find out something about the incident. She was also invited in, but they sat on the veranda, rather than indoors. "The people that visited the other day were sent by friends of mine, and they came to help you with your situation, Linda," he began. With Candice encouraging and helping me, I went to look into the home where you were staying, and the system that was protecting them. There was more than what met the eye at first, and the whole situation is being investigated right now. When they came here, it was to get more information and evidence in the matter, and one day, you might have to tell me the whole story again, just as you did today, Linda." "Candice helped?" she asked. "You sure are turning out to be a real nice lady, Candice. Thank you for whatever you did to help Uncle Bruce." "Your Uncle Bruce deserves all the credit, Linda," she told her. "Thank you, though for being so nice about it though." "So does this all mean that I have to go back there when camp is over?" asked Linda. "That question can't be answered right now, Linda," replied Uncle Bruce. "When I know, I will tell you, darling, but it may take awhile. You will need to be patient about that one." "I already think I know that somehow, my Uncle Bruce will make things better for me," declared Linda. "I don't know how, but somehow I just know!" "I wish I had your level of confidence," Uncle Bruce told Linda. They spent quite a while longer, but all the rest of the conversation was small talk, and just before the lights out time, Linda headed back to her cabin. Candice hung back, feeling the need to speak to the handyman in private. Surprising Offer "I don't want to open up any old wounds," said Candice, "but I have come to regard you as one of the very few and very special men in this world. There is a great deal I do not know and I certainly can't imagine what you must have gone through. What I do know is how I feel about you, and while it is probably slanted by my own experiences rather than yours, I intend to embarrass myself completely. What you do with what I am offering, or for that matter my feelings I am trusting in your hands, and I hope, the gentleness of your heart. I think you need a woman, and I am offering you myself, with no strings attached. I am free of all diseases, and I put an I U D in place last night." Despite the stoic appearance of her body language, the embarrassment was clear in the colour of her complexion. "Now why on earth would a woman as attractive as you are, want an old man like me?" he asked. "Because I have never found any man with the qualities I see in you, for everything I have wanted in a man I have not found before. It makes me want to give up the next couple of decades of my life just so I could be closer to your age, and make you interested in me." "You physical charms have not gone unnoticed by me, Candice," he said as he looked straight into her eyes. Frankly, I have indulged my eyes by allowing myself to look at your form, and you really are very beautiful ... to hell with that, you are damn sexy!" "Why do I get the feeling I am about to be turned down?" she asked, turning her face down to look at the floor. "I don't know," he told her, "for I was searching for the right words to accept your offer." Togetherness Following the love making, they lay together on his bed enjoying just being there, and feeling so fine, not only from the sex, but from the closeness that now joined them. "It has been many years since I last had sex with a woman, and you were certainly a temptation walking around the camp looking so very fine. Had you not been so wonderfully candid, I would have watched you for the rest of the summer, and then seen you off when you left, for I would never have had the courage to ask a young girl like you to come into my bed." "Bear in mind that I may seem like a young girl to you, Bruce, but I am twenty-three, and that is old enough to make my own decisions. Sleeping with you was probably the best decision I have ever made in my entire life, for you are the first man I have loved since my father died." "I am sorry to hear of your loss, darling," he said to her. "What caused it?" "Heart failure," she replied. "He was a very good man, just like you, and the only man I ever had sex with until today." "Now that tells me a lot about you, and makes it easier to understand you," he said. "You were willing to be with him?" "He was a great lover, just as you are, Bruce," she told him. "I still don't know if I seduced him or he seduced me, but it was the greatest joy in my life. Not to put any pressure on you, but I don't know how long this will last with you, or even if this will be the only time, so he still remains on the top of my list." "I can't perform like a young man your age, but I have every intention of getting into you as often as I can, even if it is just until you return to your regular life." "I am so glad to hear that, because I want to be with you as long as you will allow it. I told you there were no obligations, and I meant it. When you are ready for me to leave, I hope you tell me gently, and that I am strong enough to leave without too much emotion showing. As to my life, all I can say is what life? Once camp finishes, I am without a job, and I don't know how many months I can live on what I earn here. As soon as I get back, I will be starting a job search so I can continue to live." "You mean you have nothing to go back to?" he asked. "Just my lonely apartment, and the little bit of furniture I managed to save and buy," she said. "Would you consider continuing to live with this old man then?" She squealed and sat up on the bed beside him, looking at him. "Please tell me you really mean that, Bruce," she requested. "I can't believe what I just heard!" "You are a beautiful, caring, and wonderful companion, and while I couldn't hope to satisfy you as well as a young man could, I would sure like the idea of trying the best I can. Yes, my little sweet Candy, I asked you to live with me!" There was no room for words with the tears flowing so strongly, and she could only manage to jump up into his arms, and kiss him over and over again. They sealed their agreement with some very passionate sex. New Arrangements Bruce spoke to the camp director about what was happening with Candice and himself, and the news was received with great acclaim and excitement, looking for his wife (and assistant) to tell her of the wonderful development. Candice in the mean time moved her things from her original quarters over to the handyman's cabin, and then left for the return to her duties with the girls. It was not until the next day that Candice recognized there was a problem between Linda and herself, and that she would barely speak to her. Waiting until a rest period during the afternoon, Candice deliberately found Linda and took her aside to speak to her. "Why are you angry with me, Linda?" she asked. "I'm not!" she replied. "I hope you are able to make Uncle Bruce happy, and have a good life together!" "Now wait just a minute, Linda," she said. "What is happening with your Uncle Bruce and me has no bearing on you and your Uncle Bruce. I know how much you love him, and I also know he loves you more than he is probably willing to admit. I also know what you were trying to do, and you will have to deal with him on that one, but I certainly do not intend to interfere. As a matter of fact, I understand better than most people would, how you have decided you want to go to bed with him, and if I can do anything to help you do that, I would be only to happy!" "You would be willing to help me sleep with him?" she asked in total amazement. "I'm having trouble believing you. Why would you do that? I thought you would want him for yourself." "I don't really want to explain why to you, Linda, but you can believe that I would be willing to help you. That is what you want, isn't it?" "I was really hoping to come and live with him, and I would have sex with him to do that. I bet he is a great lover, isn't he?" "He is marvelous as a lover, but I don't think you will need to have sex to achieve your goal. There is something in the works, and I don't know how it will work out. I do know that it was done with your interests in mind, though." "I think I lied to you, Candice," she told her. "I guess I wanted to have the sex as well, but I thought it would be all I might get. Do you really think there is a chance of something more?" "It would be very unlikely that you could end up living with him, but I will try to help you seduce him, for I think he is the best man you could find to teach you about sex. You just make sure you come around this evening, as you usually do. Wear a clean pair of panties, a short skirt if you have one, and do you have a tube top?" "No, but I think I could borrow one from one of the other girls," she replied. "Then you do that, and I will see you tonight. Okay?" she asked. Her reply came in the form of Linda wrapping herself around her, as she clung onto her neck. "Thank you, Candice," she said. "Thank you from the bottom of my heart. You are as great as I first thought you were!" Evening Visitor Following supper, Linda arrived at Uncle Bruce and Candice's cabin, knocking on the door. She was seen and ushered inside. They sat around the living room and engaged in a lot of small talk, while Linda did her best to expose her panties to Uncle Bruce's vision. From sitting on a chair with her legs apart, to sitting on the floor with her legs spread, she tried every method she could think of. When she was finally being sent off to her cabin, Candice whispered in her ear, "Good try, Linda! I'll talk to him and try and find out why he is not responding to you." She was gone, and not a very happy girl. "Didn't you see how Linda was dressed and showing herself off to you?" she asked. "Of course I saw that, and understood what she was trying to do. Would you have me pay attention to her offering when we are sleeping together?" "I told you about my father, and how things were with him. She needs you so very much right now, and it would not bother me at all. It is up to you if you have sex with her, for I know she wants it, and would be so much happier for it, no matter what the future brings for her." "Well, I need to know more about her future before I know what to do about her. You surprise me, but I will keep in mind your attitude while I make love to you, if you can spare me the time and are interested." She had the time and was interested! Daytime Visitor About mid morning the next day, one of the cars that had visited Bruce came back up to the camp, this time with only the driver and one passenger. They talked for awhile, and a couple of file folders were passed over to him, and then they were gone. The handyman was not seen around the grounds for the rest of that day, but some reported seeing him sitting on the veranda of his cabin. The camp director and his wife stopped by to speak with him, and were soon back to their regular activities. Finally, Candice freed herself from the day's activities, and headed over to his cabin. "Would you please go and find Linda for me, Candy?" he asked. She knew that things were okay between him and her since he called her 'Candy', a term he usually only used when they were alone, or having sex, so she did as he requested. Then the three found themselves sitting around the living room, waiting for Bruce to speak to them. "Thanks to the two of you, there has been some startling revelations come to light of a scandalous nature. It will very likely be on the news tonight or tomorrow at the latest, but you should both know about it now, before the news gets out." "The foster parents you were assigned to are certainly not qualified to be foster parents, and they are to be arrested by now. All the kids they had there will be reassigned to proper homes, with people that really will care for them. You will not be going back there, Linda! We will talk about what is to happen to you in just a little bit, as there is much more." "When my contacts started the investigation, they found the road blocks you reported, Candice. My friends, however, are powerful people, and that did not stop them. It seems that they were just one part of a large number of people that worked together to take advantage of the system, and make personal gains. Some of them were arrested, and others will simply loose their jobs. The whole social services department will be shaken to its roots by now, and we don't yet know where all the pieces will fall. Some qualified people from other cities around the country are being flown in today to help take control of the situation." "Your files have disappeared out of the system, Linda, and you are not expected back. If you want, I can get you back into the system, and find a nice family that will be a real family to you. But if it is up to me, you will not go back into the system, for I know two people that have an interest in you, and want you to be with them, if you are willing." New Home "Let me guess," she interrupted. "The camp director and his wife. Right?" "Wrong!" he replied. "It would be Candice and me!" She was already sobbing deeply as she stumbled across the room to throw herself into his arms. Candice came over to them, placed a hand on Linda's shoulder and kissed Bruce as the tears dropped from her cheeks. The three ended up in a three way hug as Bruce held the two girls on his two legs so they could be close to him. Still crying, Linda sat up on his leg and looked at him and asked, "Is it really true, Uncle Bruce?" "Yes, darling, it is really true," he replied. "I have already found a wonderful young lady to be my life partner, and there will be more to come on that. To make our home more complete, I can't think of any way better than to have you come and be part of our new family. This is only if you are interested though, for you haven't said yes to the idea yet." "Yes!" she exclaimed. "A hundred, no a thousand times, Yes! You couldn't have made me any happier than this, Daddy!" "What are your thoughts, Candy?" he asked. "Ten thousand times, Yes!" she declared. "You are one hell of a great man, and I love you!" "Me too!" interjected Linda. "Well now, I don't want you to be telling too many, but I think I have fallen for both of you two as well. I do love both of you!" He had said the words they both wanted to hear, and the dikes were broken once again as his two shoulders became soaked with their tears. "You will need to take care of me while I am not able to walk, and my two broken legs heal," he said to them after a bit. Both the girls were up instantly, and helped him get up and move his legs until the normality returned. "Now you see some of the disadvantages of dealing with an old man," he told them. "Oh shut up Doctor!" exclaimed Candice. Then her hands were up covering her open mouth as she realized what she had said, and Linda stared at her. "It is okay, Candy," he said. "Yes, Linda, I am a Doctor, but have not practiced medicine for a long time now." "You are my Daddy!" exclaimed Linda. "I don't care what else you are, you are my Daddy, and I love you with all my heart." "Then you had better get the help of your new step mother, and go to your cabin to pack your things and bring them back here. This is where you will be sleeping tonight, Linda!" "May I call you Mommy?" asked Linda of Candice. "Only if you want me to feel even happier than I am already!" she replied. "It would be wonderful if you would be willing to, darling." "Then would you come and help me do as Daddy said, please Mommy?" she asked, holding out her hand. "Can I dry my tears first?" asked Candice. "Sure!" she replied. "Use my shoulder so I can dry mine on your shoulder, Mommy!" The two came together in a heart felt embrace, and shared a few kisses as Daddy watched with a huge smile on his face. The three were about as happy as they could ever be! Parents Day It was three weeks into the summer camp, with only one more week remaining. The day was special, however, for it was the day the camp invited the parents to come and visit their children and see some of the things they had done at camp. Linda had no need to envy the kids who were entertaining their parents, however, and was bouncing around the camp, full of life and enthusiasm, being polite as she met with some of the visitors. The rumors had gone around the camp about the handyman adopting Linda, and she was quite willing to admit to the rumors when she was asked. "He is my new Daddy, and I have a new Mommy, too!" she said to different kids she was dealing with at the time. Many of the visitors became aware of the rumors as their children shared the story with them for it was one of the high points of their time at camp. The supper was served a little earlier that day, to allow the parents to eat with their children, and still have enough time to return to the city before it was too late. As usually happened, the camp director stood up at the podium and thanked the visitors for coming and talked about various matters relative to the camp. Then he threw a curve into the subject, and said, "As some of you have come to realize, we have a very special man that works at the camp as a handyman. Well let me tell you he is a very handy man to have around, but he is far more than that." "Many years ago, I had a heart attack, and my life was saved by a very special Doctor that performed surgery on me. I owe that Doctor my life, and have since learned that he is so much more than just a Doctor. That same Doctor is the real owner of this camp, not me as most of you have come to believe. He asked me to come and manage it each year as he tries to offer a relief from city life for some of the girls that live there, and to have them learn not only the different life style, but some very fundamental principals of living. This has been going on for many years now, but now this has finally changed, a change that brings great joy to my heart, for there is no man that better deserves the rewards of this life." "Ladies and Gentlemen and girls, I am proud to introduce the real owner of the camp, and a very great man to you. Ladies and Gentlemen and girls, a world famous surgeon and personal friend, our handyman, Dr. Bruce Burns." There was silence for quite awhile while the news sank in. The man that had worked so hard around the camp every day, and a friend to many of the girls was a world famous Doctor and the owner of the camp. Then there was a thunderous applause, and the shuffling of chairs as some of the adults led the way in standing in honour of the man. Soon everyone was standing and applauding. Bruce moved up to the podium and tried to wait for the audience to stop applauding. He had to start speaking into the microphone before they finally returned to their seats and gave him sufficient quiet to allow him to speak. "Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen. I would like to thank you for attending and showing an interest in the life and development of your children. It is however with great regret that I see far too many children without parents sitting beside them, and they are the reason I have chosen to speak to you this evening." "Having a child is a result of a physical act that takes a very short time. The result may end up to be the reward and burden of a child, a joy and an obligation, an expense that sometimes makes it hard to see the rewards available from the proper nurturing of a child. Let me assure you the rewards are greater than the problems they bring, but may only be collected if you care enough for them to allow them to share the rewards with you." "While there may be obligations in life to prevent you from doing the things you need to for a child. Generally however, it is slack disinterest and ignorance that prevents parents from the rewards their child has to offer. Our social services system offers alternative choices for some, but I believe most of you will have heard of the problems encountered with the system back in the city. This has prompted me into taking some independent action to provide as best I can to those that are deprived, and parents that are willing to reach out for help." "A property and building have been located in the heart of the city, and is currently undergoing some modifications. I have purchased this structure to provide homes for youngsters without homes that can nurture them as they deserve. My friends that have helped me by managing this camp for many years, I am offering to employ them as managers of the residence and counselling centre year round, and to help me provide for the youngsters that have a need. Each of the children here tonight without parents will be contacted back at their homes, and will be the first considered for coming to live at the centre. Others will be able to apply for admission should they feel the need." "Excuse me, Doctor," came a call from a man standing near the centre of the room. "May I say a few words?" With a gesture, Bruce acknowledged him, and told him to proceed. "My wife and I have recently graduated from medical school. I could not begin to tell you how many times the works of the great Doctor Bruce Burns were mentioned to us, and his papers were part of our studies. I am both honoured and humbled to be in the presence of such a great man, and salute you for your contribution to the medical profession. Now you have decided to contribute in another way to the well being of the children in this world, or at least in the city. Both my wife and I wish to volunteer our time to assist you in the care of the children that come to the centre, and between the two of us, we hope to make up enough time to provide enough coverage for your children's medical needs. If we didn't need to earn a living, we would be there full time, but I'm sure you can understand we need to live, and therefore need to generate an income as well. My apologies for the interruption, but I needed to let you know of out appreciation, and we offer our profound respect to you, Doctor, as well as the greatness of your help with our daughter while she has been at your camp." "Let me assure you, Doctors, that that kind of an interruption I can be nothing less than greatly appreciative," responded Bruce. "I have planned to hire a general practitioner for the facility, and you have given me an interesting idea. May I have a few minutes with you both before you leave today, so that we may further the idea?" "We would be honoured, sir!" he replied. "Excuse me, Doctor," came the call from another individual in the audience. When Bruce acknowledged him, he continued, "I own a janitorial service company, and we have been doing quite well lately. May we be allowed to maintain your building? There would be no charge for the service, if you could supply the materials we need. Oh, by the way! Our daughter tells us what a nice man you are, and we do thank you!" "Thank you, sir!" replied Bruce. "If we may meet before you leave, I would be delighted to accept your offer, and shake your hand." "I don't know what help I could offer, Doctor," said another, "but what I would like to do is applaud the volunteers, and you for what is happening here tonight!" He stood there applauding, and was joined by everyone else in the room. It took awhile for the audience to settle down again, and allow Bruce to speak once again. "This evening has helped renew my faith in humanity, a faith that was close to being lost when my wife died. To those that have offered their help, I look forward to sitting with you and furthering the arrangements. This is totally unexpected, and leaves me close to speechless. There will be all sorts of needs to run such a centre, many of them I have not yet begun to even think about as yet. Things like accounting for the books..." "That's me," came the call from the leader of the applause a while ago. "I won't try to identify all the areas we could use help, so I suggest, since it is not already shown on your child's entrance application, if you have an interest in helping, then please indicate the nature of what you do to our camp director, or his assistant. Since I have a couple of meetings to attend, I will extend my thanks to you all, and especially to those that care enough about their children to attend today. Thank you, Ladies, Gentlemen, and girls!" For the third time, the audience was on their feet, and the applause was long and loud. Bruce sat down between his two girls and noticed the big broad smiles on their faces. The applause was too loud for him to hear what Candice was saying, and the only word he could make out was 'proud', and from Linda, 'love you' was on her lips. He kissed both of them. Four Meetings Bruce met with the two Doctors, a husband and wife team, and offered them a place in his building to set up their office. In addition, he offered them one full time position, once the centre opened, and told them it would be between them how to organize their time of work, as long as the needed services were provided. They agreed to meet in the city, and information was provided as to how to reach them. The janitorial services came next, and agreement established for the future, again, when the centre was opened. This was followed by the accountant that didn't know his services would be needed, but was willing to help the centre by keeping the books and providing the appropriate reporting papers as required by the various levels of government. Finally the camp director and his wife came by, both long term friends of Bruce. They were so happy about the turn around in his life, and the prospect of working for him year round, they hardly had time to be bothered with the details of the employment offer. He already had a job, but had no intention of returning to it, since his services were needed by this employer. When he realized he did need to return to his job for awhile, it was a bit of a let down, but reality had to prevail. They were the ones that asked him how he planned to operate the centre from such a distance as was represented by the camp. That is when he told them he was returning to his home in the city so Linda could attend school, and he could take care of the centre. Candice and Linda had stayed in the background until that point, and had no idea that he even had a home in the city. Both of them had been too taken up by the circumstances and delights of the moment to think ahead that far, but realized he was thinking about them and their needs. When the visiting parents had left on the bus for the return to the city, Bruce finally got to leave the mess hall where so much had taken place. Stepping outside with his two girls holding his two hands, he came to an abrupt halt. Both sides of the path between the mess hall and his cabin were formed by two lines of the girls from the camp. As they walked between them, they were singing, "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow" over and over again, until they arrived at his cabin door. This was sung in time to their clapping their little hands together. Behind them at various distances were the different camp counsellors and the camp director and his wife. At his cabin door, he turned and thanked them, and then said, "The last one in bed gets ten lashes with a wet noodle." All the control of the counsellors was lost, and the kids were off to their beds as they turned to catch up with their particular group. The giggles continued for awhile from various cabins around the camp, until silence settled over all of them. Family Discussion When they arrived in the living room, they all selected a place and collapsed into it. It had been a long day, and they were all feeling tired. Without regard for having a short skirt on, Linda pulled her feet up onto her spot on the chesterfield, unconcerned over the exposure it gave to her crotch and butt. She gave out a groan of protest when Candice told her to go and get into her nightgown, but did as she was told. "Please understand, Candy," he said to her when Linda had gone. "I still feel the loss of my wife, and am saddened when I think about her, but you have given me a new lease on life. Since you came into it, my life is beginning to look quite fine, and I do hope you know how much I appreciate it, darling." "I completely understand my dear man," she said. "I don't expect to ever replace her, but I do hope you can take pleasure from me when you need it, and that I can be of use to you along the way. You are so far above me in so many ways, that I am beginning to be scared I will fall short of your expectations, and you will get fed up with me." "Not much chance I see of that, darling," he reassured her. "I know that you have many ways that you still need to grow in, but the environment up here is not conducive of that happening. What worries me is will you still be happy when we move back to the city, and live in a more structured environment." "I will be happy to be with you, and I hope I will be able to help you at your centre," she declared. "I can't begin to tell you how proud I am to be associated with a man that cares so much for people." Linda came back into the room at that point, and returned to sitting where she was before, and in the same way. This time, however, she exposed her naked crotch and butt to them, for she had no panties on to cover herself. "Are you aware of what you are showing, Linda?" asked Daddy. "Yes, sir!" she replied. "My Mommy and Daddy can see me anytime they want, and I don't mind at all!" "But you should not go around showing yourself off like that, darling," he went on. "How else is she going to be able to seduce you then Daddy?" asked Candice. He looked at her in wonder. "I don't know why you are so surprised, Daddy, for she had been trying to seduce you for the longest while now, and you haven't shown much interest. I think she needs to be with you, and I hope you will be her teacher as well as her Daddy!" "It sounds like you are supporting her efforts," he said to Candice. "Who do you think told her to leave off her panties? I know from my own experience what she wants and needs, and how it will affect her future. You have a little girl sitting there ready to make love to you when you are ready for her, Daddy!" "And you wouldn't object?" he asked. "No sir! There is more than enough man in you to love both of us, but I would like to be included if I may. It is rather sensual to think of a virgin loosing it while I watch." "Is that what you want, Linda?" he asked. "Oh, yes, Daddy!" she said as she stood and pulled the nightgown off her body and stood before them naked. "If you take me, it would make the rest of my dreams come true. I love you so much, and want you to have me give you just a little pleasure for you have given me such happiness." "That is quite a speech for a young girl, Linda. Would you come over here, please?" he asked. She walked over and stood before him, trailing her nightgown behind her. Offer Accepted "Put your sweet little bum right here," he told her as he indicated a spot on his lap. The nightgown now laid on the floor, and she was on his lap. When he kissed her, she returned the kiss willingly, even when he pushed her mouth open with his lips. His hand slipped down from her face, over her neck, and then her shoulders, eventually arriving over her little breast. She took a breath in, and pushed her chest forward to receive his hand and permit his touch. When he leaned forward, causing her to lean back, she moaned as his mouth came into contact with the nipple and began to manipulate the little nub. "Oh, Daddy!" she exhaled the words. "That makes me tingle all over and feels so nice." When he opened his mouth and slid it over the mound of flesh, and began playing with her nipple by using the tip of his tongue, she groaned openly and stiffened her entire body. His sucking her breast into his mouth made it feel like he was pulling it off her chest and brought her to a full sexual climax. With one hand holding her back at the shoulder blades, and the other holding her little bare bum, he picked her up and held her suspended in the air, her little legs dangling as well as her arms. Her head leaned back enough to see Candice watching from across the room, smiling at her. When he buried his face against her belly just below her waist, she was ecstatic with the delight it brought to her body. His lips against the top of her vulva made her cry out openly. Bruce got up from where he was sitting, and carried the naked body of his young girl into his bedroom, where he set her down on the bed. She was gently turned over, and then he was kissing the cheeks of her bare bum. When his hands spread the cheeks apart to expose her little asshole, she pushed her hips up off the bed to allow whatever he wanted, and was rewarded with a kiss being placed on her anus. "You would even kiss me there, Daddy?" "It is all a part of my beautiful little girl, isn't it?" he replied. "It is all of you that I love, not just parts here and there." "Do you love me as much as you love Mommy?" she asked. "There is no right answer to that question," he replied. "Each person has a different relationship with another, so Candice and I are special together, just as you and I are special together, and you and Candice are special together. There is enough love in all of us to share with different people in different ways." "Nobody has ever explained it like that to me before, Daddy," replied Linda. "It is the first time I think that I really begin to understand what love is! Do you feel the same way, Mommy?" "Yes, darling, I do," she relied. "Watching Daddy with you Linda, is not quite as good as when he touches me, but it feels almost as good. It makes me want to reach out and touch you somewhere where Daddy isn't touching you." "Then do that, Mommy," he instructed. "Be a part of it, and make her know that we both love her, and everything about her!" Candice reached out and slid her hands under her chest and over her breasts, kneading them gently in her hands. "Let's turn her over on her back, Mommy," he said to her, and Linda was picked up and put back on the bed, face up. Candice returned to her breasts while Daddy went down between her legs and began kissing her naked vulva, spreading her legs open to allow himself access to her hairless crotch. "Why are you crying, Linda?" asked Candice. "I can't believe I could ever feel like this," replied Linda. "I am so happy, and this feels so good!" When Daddy's tongue began rubbing her clitoris, she moaned, and then cried out openly as his tongue went up inside her vaginal opening. Her surrender to whatever was to happen to her was complete, and there were no limits in her thoughts, knowing whatever they did to her was what she wanted to have happen. "Come down here, Candy, and taste our little girl's juices," said Daddy. "I've never tasted anything so sweet in my life before." Candice did as she was told, and her initial hesitation went after she got her first taste. Her tongue was up inside her little cunt, and Daddy came up to kiss her open mouth. Bruce left Linda groaning to Candy's tongue inside her while she watched her Daddy remove his clothes. Then he took over between her legs while Candy stripped naked. When she came back, she picked up Linda's legs from behind her knees, and raised them up into the air, fully exposing the stretched area of Linda's crotch. Daddy got on the bed, and brought his penis up against the opening of her vagina, and pushed the end up inside her. Linda was looking straight into Daddy's eyes as he pressed against her cherry, but closed as he passed her barrier, and went further inside her. There he remained without moving, and waited for Linda to get over the tearing he had done inside his little girl. "Why are you not moving?" asked Candice. "So she can get over the discomfort," he told her. "There are probably only one in thousands that would do that, Linda, and you are lucky to have that one man," said Candice. "I know, Mommy," she said. "I knew he would be gentle with me, but it is alright now, Daddy, I think!" As he began to move, she winced once again, and then broke into a big smile. "This feels good, Daddy. You make me feel full and nice!" As he pushed it even deeper into her, she pushed back her head, saying, "Yes!" Seeing that she was now feeling the sensual nature of his penetration, he began moving a little faster, continuing even while she climaxed once again, and on afterwards. When she turned her face up towards him, he planted a kiss on her lips, even though he had to bend considerably to do it, but she helped by stretching up to return it to him. This continued until she was again building to a climax, and he allowed himself to enjoy what was happening, and as she climaxed, he also climaxed, filling up her vagina. "That was so good," declared Linda as she stared up at him after they recovered somewhat. She frowned as his penis came out of her, and she said, "Did you have to come out already?" "If you think it was good for you, darling, just imagine what it felt like to an old man that never expected to have sex again until he found Candice and you," he compared. "For me, it was like watching the first time my own Daddy took me to bed," said Candice. "So that is why you helped me, Mommy!" declared Linda. "Now I understand, and ... well, I love you, Mommy!" "It was the first day I began to feel alive, and really enjoyed life and love until his death. The man that just made love with you is the only man that has been able to make me feel the same way, and I know that both of us love him deeply."