{ASST} Surprise {Mr_Ed} MFg, inc, cons 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. Touches of the desire to improve the economic conditions that exist in Jamaica happen to inflict their presence in this story. So, if any reader happens to be in a position to assist with the country's enormous debt load, while it is far from the worst in this world, I know a few million people that would be happy about it. It might even entice the missing half of the population (not my estimate) to return to their homeland. The story itself had started to be a much longer one, and perhaps, one day, I might add to it. Since the fantasy contained herein is just too far from reality, I somehow doubt that it will happen. Surprise by: Mr. Ed His lap was the usual place for Susan to occupy. Whenever he sat down to relax for a few minutes, she would climb up on him within moments of his butt contacting the seat. Her young and beautiful mother had encouraged it from the first time she came to him and asked to sit there. Depending on the climate and circumstances of the moment, they would sit on the front or back veranda, in his living room or even in the family room. Originally, they were friendly neighbours that had come to chat with him soon after he first started building his home, but now the mother, Candice, actually did work for him, earning a small amount each week to take care of his laundry, and even the dishes after his meals. Little Susan had become a regular worker in his home too, earning herself a little lunch money, or having her needs for school books and other needs satisfied by him. She would assist her mother with the dishes, help him with whatever he was doing, passing him the tool he needed, and putting back the one he had finished with. When he was doing something she couldn't help with, she would pick up things that had blown into his yard, rake the dead leaves and generally help him keep his home looking clean and neat. Bruce had to appreciate Candice's willingness to be there, for she was a good looking but young woman since she had given birth to Susan at an age that was far too young. To Bruce, she had just become a woman by turning twenty-one a few weeks ago, while Susan was all of nine years old. Even though she was far to young for him, he found he appreciated the opportunity to observe Candice's sweet body, and admire the sensuality she could not hide. Just to make matter worse, or better by his point of view, Candice often dressed in revealing clothes, and did the same for Susan. As a direct result, he had seen Candice's not too large breasts almost with regularity, with less frequent views of her panty crotch as she bent over to make his bed. On those occasions, he would either turn away as if he had not seen anything, or go about whatever he was doing as if he had not noticed. The good part about it was they seemed to be completely comfortable with him, and neither Candice nor Susan ever showed any concern when they were alone with each other. For Candice to come into the place he was sitting and finding Susan on his lap was as acceptable as any other occurrence of the day, and once in awhile earned him a smile from the girl's mother. "Come and sit down awhile, Candice," called out Bruce. "It's far too hot to be working right now." "It is a hot day, isn't it," she agreed as she considered and then left the work for a little while at least. Coming out onto his back veranda made no difference in the temperature, for it was just as hot inside as out there. Not a single leaf of any tree stirred for there was no breeze. "I wonder how long this heat wave will last." "According to the weather forecast I watched last night, it should end in a couple of days, so I'm not planning on any work until then. Those things you were doing can wait as well, for I have a large enough wardrobe that they are not important." "What I should do is put on some supper," suggested Candice. "If we have the components, why not make us a nice salad?" he suggested. "Lettuce, pop chow, celery, sweet peppers, cheese and whatever else is available." "That would be enough for you?" she questioned. "It doesn't sound like enough to satisfy a big man." "It sounds delicious, and my mouth is watering already. Would Susan and you be willing to make do with a salad?" "That would be wonderful," she agreed. "Are you inviting us for supper again?" "Would you stop with the nonsense?" he requested. "Just plan on feeding the three of us when you are preparing meals. Gives me a chance to enjoy your company a little longer as well." "Gives you a chance?" she responded. "Who do you think gets the most out of those times if not Susan and myself?" "Should I put your tools away, Uncle Bruce?" asked Susan as she arrived on the veranda. "What have you been doing that you are sweating like that, Susan?" asked Bruce. "Cleaning up the yard, Uncle Bruce," she reported. "Man, it sure is hot today!" "Come out of the sun, leave the tools until later, and come freshen up. You're soaking wet!" he observed. "As a matter of fact, how would you like to really freshen up, and spend some time in the fountain pool?" "You'd let me go into your fountain?" she asked. "I don't have a swimming pool for you to get into, so it's the only place you could get wet. When you come out, though, you will need to get into some shade quickly or you will get burnt by the hot sun." "Is it okay with you, Mommy?" she asked. "Please?" "When Uncle Bruce says something to you, you do not need to ask me if it is alright. Come over here and let me help you." Susan went to stand before her mother, had her blouse removed, and then her little skirt. "Since your yard is so private, would she be able to go in without her panties?" "There's still me here," he reminded her. "Susan wouldn't want to be naked with me here." "What are you talking about?" asked Candice. "Sure I would," exclaimed Susan. "I'm not going to argue with the two of you," he stated holding his hands up. "It's okay with me, as long as you two are okay with it." Susan's panties came off, she came over to him, gave him a kiss on his cheek, and then headed out into the sun, until she reached and climbed into the pool around the fountain in the centre of his back yard. Her laughter filled the air as she ducked down to get wet, and then went under the spray of water from the spewing fountain head. "This is the biggest compliment I've been paid in a long time, Candice," he told her mother as they watched her play. "Thank you for trusting me this much with your sweet daughter." "She's totally in love with you, Uncle Bruce," reported Candice. "Her mother feels about the same, I suppose." "You find an even bigger compliment," he responded. "Thank you! If it wasn't so hot, I'd try to sneak in one of those wonderful hugs you give me once in awhile." "I don't care how hot I am, those hugs are available to you at any time you want one," declared Candice as she came over to where he was sitting. "Hey, I'm not going to pass up one of those," he declared as he stood to accept her into his arms. "How I wish I could loose a few years so I could romance such a pretty woman." "Don't you realizing the wonderful way you treat Susan and me has been romancing us from the beginning?" she asked. "It worked, for we both love you more than you seem to realize." "You had better go and sit down over there, Candice," he said with a smile. "Thank you for the hug, and your sweet words though." "Why are you wanting to get rid of me?" she asked. "Because you are young, beautiful, and have an effect upon a man that he can't hide so easily," he explained. "I'm sorry, but you really are beautiful!" "Don't hide it then," she said. "I don't mind feeling it against me. As a matter of fact, it is beginning to feel really wonderful!" Bruce looked down into her upturned face, traced her eyebrows with his finger, ran it down her damp nose, and then over her sweet lips. "You are so damned beautiful, Candice," he reported. "It's hard having you around and not making a pass at you. Oh, how I wish I was younger, and could win your heart." "You've already won my heart, Bruce," she declared, using his first name for the first time he could recall. You're not too old to use that as an excuse, so make a pass at me. If you want to, you will get what you wish." "I can't risk loosing your friendship, or the help you give me," he said. "You won't!" she declared. "If you decide you want me, it would only make things better for both of us." "I've wanted you from the first time I saw you, but that was pure sex back then. Now, if we did anything, it would be so much more." "Better than I hoped for," she declared. "You want me now, or should we wait until it is cooler?" "Sleep with me tonight?" he asked. "All night long," she agreed. "Everything I've got is here for you." "Susan can sleep in the spare bedroom, while I take advantage of her beautiful mother," he suggested. "You won't be my fantasy tonight, but the real thing." "That's what it means to me, too, Bruce," she said. "You've had me every night, and sometimes during the days as well, from the first day we met." Bruce crouched down, put his arm under her butt, and lifted her up against his chest. Softly at first their lips came together, her legs came up and as the kissing became more passionate, she moved her crotch against his very erect penis, albeit inside his pants. "You guys are finally kissing," came the voice from beside them. "It's about time! I'm jealous though!" added Susan. "Get your towel, Susan," instructed her mother. "Let Uncle Bruce dry you off before you get too hot again. You and I will take up this later, Bruce," she said directly to him. "Isn't she a little too old for me to be drying her off?" he asked. "Forget that and just do your job," instructed her mother. "I'm going to make the finest salad ever for my man, and his girls." "How do you feel about me drying off that sweet little body, Susan?" he asked. "About as happy as I could be," she declared. "It was wonderful seeing you and Mommy kissing. My prayers are being answered." "Would you tell me what you prayed for?" he asked as he dried her upper body and arms. "That we would be a family," she said shyly. "Would that be your mother's wish too?" he asked. "Her biggest wish!" exclaimed Susan. "She cries out your name every night before she goes to sleep." "Well, I'll be damned!" he exclaimed. "Really?" he questioned. "Really!" she confirmed. "I'm going to be dry before you get around to it, Uncle Bruce, if you don't finish drying me off." "Spread your legs open, then," he instructed as he moved down to her bum and crotch area. Her legs spread, and he proceeded to continue going over her every place, getting her totally dry a few moments later. "You're a little too old for me to be doing your private areas, Susan," he said as he finished. "I wish I was older so you would enjoy touching me more," she countered. "You can do this anytime you want. How about putting on some baby powder for me?" "Good idea," came Candice's voice as she passed the powder to Susan. "I was just coming out to suggest it." "Are you sure, Candice?" he asked with doubt showing on his face clearly. "I couldn't be any more sure," she confirmed. "I know she is young, Bruce, but she's your little girl as much as mine, and I want you to enjoy her when she is willing to share herself with you." "Do you have any idea of what a wonderful gift you just gave me?" he asked of Candice. "That's the most loving, wonderful thing I could imagine, sharing your daughter with me, especially when it includes intimate contact." "Now you get an inkling of how much we love you, Bruce," she responded. "Take your time, enjoy her as much as she will enjoy your hands on her, and then we can have a little of the salad to hold us until supper." "You know where I want to get these hands, don't you?" he asked. "Practice on her, and do me later," she instructed. "Let her feel the thrill of your hands as if it was me you were doing. She's been a good girl, and deserves that much." Bruce looked from one smiling face to the other. "Spread your towel on the lounge chair and stretch out, Susan," he instructed. "I'll finish getting the salads, Bruce," she advised. "You feel like Ranch dressing today?" "Thousand Island if there is any," he stated. "Coming up," she said. "You have from ten to fifteen minutes, unless you want more." Bruce went over and crouched beside the lounge chair where Susan was laying on her belly. Moving her hair out of the way, he sprinkled a little on her back, and began to spread it around with his one hand. Adding a little more, he did her shoulders, both her sides, and then went to work on her arms. Once again he added some powder, spread it over her butt, going down the slot twice, once on each side. From there, he did her furthest leg, then the nearest one, before she spread her legs wide apart. "You still have to do in between," she stated quietly. With some powder added to his fingers, he reached down and spread it over the two halves of her crotch, then went up to spread a little more around but not on her anus. As he finished that, Susan turned over to offer her front to him. "This is the most wonderful thing to happen to me, Uncle Bruce," she said. "You are a very pretty young girl, Susan, and doing this is a real privilege to me," he told her. "Does that mean you wouldn't mind doing it again after I bathe other days?" she asked. "If that is what you want, and Mommy agrees, I'd be happy to do this again. Look at this! You're breasts are starting to form." "Oh does that feel nice when you touch them like that. I wish they would grow a little faster so you can enjoy them more." "You are growing fast enough, and don't need to rush it, darling," he counselled her. "They are beautiful already!" "Am I going to be able to call you 'Daddy' when you and Mommy have had sex?" she asked. "Mommy would have to agree with that, but that you want to is a great compliment to me, Susan. I know I'd be very pleased that you would consider it." "Then I'm not waiting, from now on I'm calling you Daddy! Mommy won't mind, I'm sure!" As he started to do near her vulva, Susan lifted her legs high into the air, spread them wide to give him full access, and of course a clear view of her most private part. "I already did it from when you were on your belly, Susan," he told her. "Do it again, please Daddy? I love that I can show you, and have you touch me down there. It feels so wonderful!" "Feeling sexy, are you?" he mentioned. "Just the same as I know Mommy is feeling," she replied. "Please do it again for me, Daddy?" His fingers were gentle, carefully doing each side of her slot. When his fingers were left without powder, he placed the tips of them on her clitoris, rubbed back and forth a little, and gave Susan a sexual climax. With a soft little moan, she curled up into the fetal position on her side, and let the feelings course throughout her body. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered as she lay there in the midst of the sensations. "I love you so much!" "I love you too, Susan," he said as he leaned over to kiss her cheek. Before he could pull away, she turned and pressed her lips to his, and kissed him firmly. "Oh, good," exclaimed Candice as she came out from the kitchen. In her hands were three bowls of salad, all topped with the Thousand Island dressing he had requested. "She deserved to come, Uncle Bruce." "He's 'Daddy' now, Mommy," called out Susan. "Thank God!" she exclaimed. "Come and eat before I jump you right now, Daddy. I've never been so happy!" "Why those tears then?" he asked as he approached her. "Your fault, Daddy," she exclaimed. "I love you so much and have wanted this for so long that I can't even remember." "You know that I'm going to be taking advantage of your young body, and are that happy about it? How did I ever get so lucky?" asked Bruce. "By being the greatest man alive," declared Candice as she threw her arms around him. The kiss was as passionate as it could be, and his hands explored her back, all the way down to her legs. "Are you going to come and live with me, Candice?" he asked. "May I?" she asked. "Hey, beautiful, you're not supposed to answer a question with a question!" he exclaimed. "I'll live where you want for as long as you want me to be with you," she said. "I'll give you so much sex, you might get tired, but then I'll sing you to sleep. Oh, yes, I want to live with you, Bruce. Both of us will do everything we can to make you happy!" "Hey now, you're offering a little girl," he pointed out. "It's not her time to start that yet." "You tell her that, for she wouldn't hear it from me," she said. "In the meantime, you can have your fun in me, any way you want it! It's all here for you." "I'll put the salads back in the fridge," suggested Susan. "You two go have your fun, and I'll bring them back when you are done." "I don't want to wait, Bruce," she said. "Take me right here and now!" "In front of Susan?" he asked. He was already starting to remove her skimpy top, exposing her small breasts. "Forget her, and get it in me," she said as she shoved his shorts down along with he briefs. Going down together, they were soon enjoying the pumping of his cock inside her young body, and she made no pretence of hiding her feelings as she cried out with each and every stroke. It only lasted until Candice had her first and only climax, this being the signal for him to let himself have his own climax. His seed flowed out into her vagina, as she clung onto his body. "I do believe you are my lady now, Candy," he told her as they remained together. "I've been yours for a long time, but you didn't know it," she said. "Oh, how I love you Bruce! Thank you for making my life so wonderful!" "I guess it is mutual then, for I'm rather excited about the prospects for my future with you, darling. We'll have to get Susan's room ready before her bedtime if she is to have a place to sleep tonight." "With that big bed you have, there would be room for her to sleep there tonight," she suggested. "She knows what we will be doing, and will probably be asleep for the most of the times we do it anyway." "Rather liberal in your feelings about your daughter, aren't you," he commented. "Come on, lets go and get that salad you prepared." "Since I've got to keep you healthy, I suppose so," she said. Then she groaned as his penis was pulled out of her vagina. "Remember it's yours to park it in anytime you want, Bruce." "Come and take a dip in the fountain before we eat," he said as he pulled her gently by her hand. Her laughter was that of a school girl as they crossed the distance in between, and then climbed into the pool. Both of them lowered themselves below the surface, getting wet from head to toe, climbed back out, and headed for the veranda once again. "Here's yours, Daddy," said Susan as she set it down before him, "yours too, Mommy!" "Are you happy, Susan?" asked Candice. "So happy, I can't stop crying," she exclaimed as she ran into her arms. "Now you are all wet again," stated Candice. "Daddy is busy with his food, so I'll have to go in the pool again later so he will have to dry me off!" she exclaimed. "You don't need to be wet to have Daddy touch you, Susan," she explained. "He will be touching you often, and you'll be able to have that same feeling many times over the next few years. Go sit and eat your salad, baby!" "You'll need to use the cooler part of the day to get some of the things you will need from your place," suggested Bruce before he took another mouthful. "There's not much that we need apart from our clothes, Bruce," said Candice. "The furniture is not ours, left there by the owner when he let us live there. Thank God that I've been able to pay some of the rent we owed him, thanks to working for you, Bruce. I guess he took pity on us when I gave birth to Susan." "May I ask, since we are going to be so close, how you came by Susan?" asked Bruce. "I was raped when I was eleven, kicked out of the house when I started showing, and happened to come through this area. I had been walking a long way, and had a leg cramp, and this man came over to help me. He called his wife, and they said I could stay in the house up there. That's where I gave birth, with her helping deliver my baby." "And you have lived there ever since," he concluded. "This salad is perfect, darling. Do you have any idea of how much you owe this man?" "Since I didn't pay any rent for several years, until you came here, it's a lot, but I have no idea of how much," she declared. "That's about six years you didn't pay?" he questioned in surprise. "Do I know this man?" "He's your best friend that I know of," she said. "You call him Gordon, but I call him Mr. Mitchell." "Now I do understand," he said. "I'll be sure to thank him when I see him next." "He's been telling me to stick close to you, and try to make you happy, as if anyone needed to tell me that," she explained. "I'd do anything for you, Bruce. That includes giving you Susan. She can learn the good side of sex from you, and be a better person for your lessons. After you break her cherry, I'll put an I U D up into her to keep her from giving us a grandchild too early." "How do you feel about another child?" he asked. "Yours?" she asked. "Don't do that to me! I don't think I could be any happier than I am right now!" "If you'd be willing, I'd love to have another baby to brighten up our home," he told her. "Candice came over, knelt down before him, and kissed his foot. I'd love to have a baby for you, Bruce. Would you let me?" "Expect me to be there when the baby comes out," he said. "I want to be a part of the child's life from the very beginning." "While I don't have a say in it, do you want a boy or a girl?" she asked, tears dripping from her cheeks as she looked up into his face. "Healthy is all I ask," he replied. "I might have to practice to get my aim straight." "When I can't give you practice, Susan will be here to take my place," she said. "Oh, Bruce, you've made me so happy!" "Go wash that pretty face of yours, sweetheart," he advised. "I never want you to be crying when I am inside you." They did not bother moving anything from the old house until the next morning, but did complete the task before the heat of the day came down upon them. Bruce placed a call to his friend, Gordon, and informed him of the house being vacated. His offer to pay at least some of the back rent were refused, and Gordon and his wife were promised a home cooked meal sometime over the next few weeks, waiting until the heat wave broke. Mostly everyone in the area were keeping indoors these days, and the community seemed quieter than at any time previously seen by Bruce. It was the first time to feel the heat so oppressive, that Bruce also placed a call to his brother back in Canada. Explaining the situation, Bruce arranged to send the money for him to buy an air conditioner capable of cooling his entire home and some solar panels to take advantage of the electricity it could provide the house. Later that same day, his brother called him to say it had been shipped already, and to give him the details so it could be collected at the airport the next day. He had used his own funds to expedite the shipment, and Bruce would be able to transfer the funds when he went to the airport tomorrow to collect the shipment. Both the girls were all excited when they finished breakfast, and ready to travel. Neither was prepared for when he came out of the garage driving the truck. They knew it was there, but had never seen him drive it past the day he drove it into the garage. It was, however, just as comfortable as any car, the difference being they were so much higher than the road. Regardless, the songs rang forth as they rolled along towards the airport. Pulling into a shopping centre, Bruce made the necessary transfer of funds, the size of which prevented him from doing it on line unless he did it over several days. The reception, and service were outstanding, for even though he was not in the branch regularly, he was regarded as their best customer, and treated accordingly. It was the next stop that surprised the girls as he headed into a clothing store. "Mister Burns," greeted the approaching manager. "What a pleasant surprise to see you again. A few more shirts, or another suit today?" "A special task for you," he replied. "Full outfits for my two ladies, starting from scratch, and giving them a complete wardrobe. Measure them for size and then do the selections based on the types of things they point out they like. You fill in all the gaps, get them enough choices so they don't run out, and when it is assembled, deliver them to our home." "Then it sounds like congratulations are in order," she replied. "Leave them with me for half an hour, and I'll know what to do from there, Sir." "This is the most expensive store in the city, Bruce," commented Candice. "What are you doing?" "I'm making sure my girls are comfortable, have what they need, and are happy," he replied. "We don't need more than you to be happy, Bruce," replied Candice. "Off you go, for I have another store to visit. I'll see you again in about half an hour." "Did I tell you how much I love you yet today, Daddy?" asked Susan. "At least a couple of times, but I could always use a reminder," he replied as she came into his arms. "Have fun, and pick out a good bathing suit too, darling." "A bikini?" she asked. "No!" he replied firmly. "A one piece, covering more than you want covered type!" "Spoil sport, but I still love you, Daddy!" "Love you too, princess, now go!" he ordered. Bruce went over to the hardware and building supply store in the mall, was greeted there as well, and discussed his plans with the owner/manager. When he left, he knew things would happen as they should. Back in the clothing store, the girls were ready, the manager thanked, and then they headed into the local drug store. Shopping carts were filled with the items the girls would need for personal grooming, and hygiene. As they were being checked at the register, Bruce left the girls and disappeared into the store. They were almost finished the checkout process when he returned. In his hand was a box held behind his back. "Come here, Susan," he ordered. She did, was turned with her back to him, and had her eyes covered by his hand. "Check this please, Miss, and slip it into a bag so nosy doesn't see it." The smile on the check out girl's face was broad, warm and wonderful, just as the smile worn by Candice. As soon as the bag was handed to him, Susan was released from captivity. "I don't know what it is, Daddy, but I know I'm going to love it, almost as much as I love you. Whatever it is, thank you, Daddy!" "It's a big box of purple dye so that I can pour it over you," he informed her. "Then I'll bet I'll look good in purple," she said. "You can't worry me that easy!" "Give it to her now, Daddy," suggested the store manager from behind him. "You think she deserves this?" he asked of the manager, and the assembled group of shoppers and staff. "Most of all she deserves you as a Daddy," said the manager. "Let me give you the manager's discretion discount on all your purchases, but I do think she deserves it, Daddy. What a delight she is!" "Okay, my teasing you for awhile has been spoiled so here you go, Susan." "I won't look if you don't want me to, Daddy," she declared. "You can tease me for awhile first, if you want." "You'd have these good people lynch me if you didn't look, darling. No, sweetie, this is for you right now, and I hope you like it." "Thanks, Daddy," she said as she slipped the bag down off the box. "Daddy! For me? A huge big doll for me?" "For you, my princess!" he confirmed. The shriek she let out was very loud, but not loud enough to drown out the applause of the audience as she came into his arms. "Oh, Daddy! She is wonderful, just like you! Thank you, Daddy! Thank you!" "My staff will take these things to your car, Sir, but I'd like to make a personal contribution to your two ladies, and yourself. How about a nice large ice cream cone of your favourite flavour?" "That would be wonderful, and I thank you," said Bruce. "May we return for it in about half an hour? I will need to put a little lunch into these bellies first." "You most certainly may," he agreed. "My name is Fred Wilton, and I hope we have an opportunity beyond today, to serve you, Sir." "My name is Bruce Burns, and you will most certainly see me again, although not that often. I'm not one for shopping if I can avoid it." "The Bruce Burns? Here in Jamaica, in my store?" he said stepping back. "You are Bruce Burns?" "I could check my wallet, but I'm reasonably sure of that, Mr. Wilton," he said. "We were joking about the need for your being here in our Chamber of Commerce meeting yesterday, and here you are! I am truly honoured to meet you, Sir!" "Is my Daddy some big man, Mr. Wilton?" asked Susan. "Bigger than any man I know of, darling," he replied. "He is known all around the world, and has done some remarkable things in his days." "Well he sure is a big man to me," declared Susan. "What kind of things, Mr. Wilton?" asked Candice. "Last year, he saved a country in Africa from the drought that threatened to starve the people there. They are still searching for him to pay him tribute for what he did." "The Kenya affair?" she asked. "That's the one," he confirmed. "He's a hero in more than that country too!" "We're coming back for the ice cream, Mr. Wilton," he warned him. "You may come back for anything you want in this store, Mr. Burns," said the manager. "This world could not repay what you've done to help people. God bless you, Sir!" "Thank you, Mr. Wilton, but if you wouldn't mind, I would prefer a low profile since I don't wish to move from Jamaica." "You really live here?" he asked. "Now I feel like your daughter, just given a fabulous gift. If there is anything I could do for you, day or night, please don't hesitate to ask. Here's my card, and my home and personal cell numbers are on there." "I'll likely give you a call once things settle down, Mr. Wilton," said Bruce. "I'd like to hear why my name came up in the Chamber meeting, so I'm curious and will call." "Do you like Chinese cuisine?" asked Mr. Wilton. "We have a new, but very good Chinese restaurant just opened across the way." Bruce checked his watch, and replied, "Chinese food is one of my favourites, Mr. Wilton, and we have enough time to give it a try, if they are not too slow." "This is very presumptuous, but may I buy you and your family lunch? I don't have to be there to interfere with you or your family." "The conditions are that my name is Bruce, yours is Fred, this is Candice and my princess is Susan. Now in addition, we would not consider lunch without you being there. What do you say?" "Wow!" he exclaimed. "Susan, would you do something for me, since I can't do it myself. Would you give your Daddy the sweetest kiss you can manage for me?" "Any excuse I can get," she declared as she launched herself into his arms. "This is from Mr. Wilton, Daddy!" She placed a long, firm kiss on his lips as she rested in his embrace. "I don't know about you being a big man like Mr. Wilton says, but you are the big man of my life, and I love you, Daddy!" "Take care of Mr. Burns' things like your jobs depended upon it," ordered Mr. Wilton to his staff. "We'll load them when he is ready for them. Come, Bruce, let's us go get you some lunch." "You had better get your doll out of the box, Susan," he advised as he set her back on her feet. "Are you coming sweetheart?" "Not unless Mr. Wilton agrees to tell me more about the big man I've become involved with!" she declared. "Oh, I could certainly tell you the little I know, Mrs. Burns," he assured her. "Did that ever sound nice!" she declared. "I can't claim that yet, but it sure sounded nice, Mr. Wilton." They crossed the parking lot together, rushing out of the way of an over anxious driver, and approached the new restaurant. Even before they got to the door, it was held open to them, and waiters were scrambling around inside. One man, Chinese, and better dressed than the other staff came forward, bowed and said, "My humble establishment is honoured by your presence, Mr. Burns. My friend, Mr. Wilton it is always nice to see." Bruce bowed slightly, to the delight of the owner, and followed him inside the restaurant, going directly to the large table right at the front of the restaurant, near a small pool of water. Done in the style of an Oriental garden, it had water flowing enough to be heard, and fish swimming in the lower pool. "Now this is nice," he told the owner. "While I prefer the normal pace of a meal, my time is limited today. May I place my order now, and have it preparing while we take in the ambiance of your establishment?" "Would you have preferences, or may I prepare some things for you, Sir?" asked the owner. "My taste, and probably suitable to my ladies, calls for spring rolls, sweet and sour chicken in vegetables, a few chicken balls on the side with the same sauce, deep fried wontons, chicken fried rice, tea for the adults and a glass of milk for the young lady." "A man of distinction with distinguished taste," observed the owner. "May I presume some opening refreshments to wet your appetite?" "Would you have grapefruit juice?" asked Bruce. "Most certainly," he confirmed. "And for my friend, Mr. Wilton?" "Oh, I defer to the master's menu, Mr. Chang," he responded. "He knows more about your food than I do." As the owner bowed and backed away, Candice looked across the table at Fred, and asked, "Would you please give me an idea of just how big this man is, Fred?" "He's about as big as you can imagine," he replied. "I know he still remains involved in so many international companies, that nobody has any idea of how many there are. We know that he cares about people, was the first to give aid after a devastating earthquake in the Pacific rim, has irrigated Kenya, as you know, and is the most loving father I've ever met. When I get home, my kids are going to find out how I forget to show them how great I think they are, all because of his example. Ever since I first learned about him, he has been the example I've tried to follow in life." "The big trouble with what you tell me is that the Kenya thing only happened last year, and he was here all during that time. How could he do anything while he was sitting in his home, and I was doing the laundry for him?" "With the aid of computers, telephones, and such, it is possible to keep in touch with the world from anyplace in Jamaica, darling. I did what I needed to do over the computer and on the telephone. Usually I have three of four contacts with somewhere in the world just about every day." "Does anyone else know you are in Jamaica, Bruce?" asked Fred. "A handful, but not that many," replied Bruce. "If too many knew, I'd be swamped every day, so only a few here in Jamaica, such as yourself, know of where I am right now." "But wouldn't people know from the dot, j m of your address?" questioned Fred. "I'm hooked via satellite direct with the major internet hub in the American desert," he explained. "I don't use any local services." "The light of understanding comes on," he explained. "What a fantastic arrangement that must be," he went on. "A little faster than most would know about," confirmed Bruce. "Ah, here come the drinks." The drinks, the food, everything was well prepared and enjoyed, and certainly done in a reasonable time frame. It was near the end of the meal that the owner came up to him once again, and asked if everything was to his satisfaction. "Not only mine, but I believe to everyone's satisfaction. My compliments, Mr. Chang." "Would you indulge this humble man with your autograph, Mr. Burns?" asked the owner as he produced a magazine. "What's that?" asked Candice. "May I see the cover for a moment?" "Oh, Lord, this one," exclaimed Bruce as he turned it face down. Slowly, he held it up for Candice to read." "The world's most eligible bachelor is M.I.A.," she quoted. "What does M.I.A. mean, Bruce?" "Missing in action, I presume," he replied. "You were responsible for saving the life of my sister in China when you sent the help that dug her out of the landslide, Mr. Burns, and it has been my privilege to serve this meal to you and your company with my compliments and gratitude." The bow he gave almost touched the floor. Bruce signed the magazine cover that showed his face, returned it to Mr. Chang, and prepared to depart from the restaurant. "We shall return, Mr. Chang, now that we know you are here. Please keep me in touch with how your sister is getting along since the slide, and I know she will be alright with you so interested in her welfare." "It is the middle of the night right now, but the work on her new home, on top of a mountain, will restart in the morning, Mr. Burns. She will never have such a problem again." "Then it remains for us to collect the ice cream Fred promised, and to get to the airport. My shipment should be arriving right about now," said Bruce. "Thank you, Mr. Chung, and we will talk when we meet again." They left the restaurant, and Bruce almost immediately noticed four motorcycle police officers sitting near his truck. Wondering what it was about, he still went with Fred to his store, and was the last one to select his ice cream favourite flavour. Then, with the staff pushing the cart out towards the truck, the four officers got off their cycles, and came to stand at attention, with the highest ranking officer saluting. "Thank you, officer," said Bruce as he returned the salute. "Would you and your men please stand at ease and explain what this is about?" "One of my men noticed your arrival in the plaza, and happened to be in the pharmacy when you were identified. Doing his duty, he reported in to me, and I passed the information up the chain of command. We are here on the orders of the Prime Minister, and have been ordered to escort you while you go about your business, Sir!" "Is there anyway for me to speak to your Prime Minister, officer? I was not particularly interested in such a high profile." "He's on the way to the airport or in the air already, Sir. He will be here very soon, for you are the most honoured guest of this island we have had in a long time. We will be guarding the both of you upon his arrival, Sir." "Sorry to interrupt, Bruce, but may Susan and I add a little to your bill at the clothing store? We can't meet the Prime Minister dressed like this." "Damned if I know why not, but go ahead if you want. We are getting a little late for getting the shipment at the airport, for it must have landed by now." "We'll hurry, Bruce," she declared as Susan was dragged rapidly towards the store entrance. "Is the shipment in your name, Sir?" asked the officer. "I would presume so," he confirmed. "I didn't give any different instructions." "Any idea what airline?" "In Jamaica, what else than Air Jamaica?" asked Bruce. The officer excused himself while Bruce loaded the drug store goods into the back of his truck. Then he climbed up into the box, and started moving them to some bins he had along the furthest wall, suitable to hold smaller items while leaving space for bigger ones. "Now we must wait for the women of my life, officer," he said. "I guess that is something I'm going to have to get used to." "I've taken the liberty to get your shipment checked through and it is ready for you, or will be when we arrive. We also have a car coming to carry you, and I would like to offer one of my men to drive your truck, Sir. You and yours can travel in the car, and we'll get your shipment and link up with you when you are ready. Here is the car now. It's the best we could manage on short notice, Sir!" "So much for my low profile," commented Bruce. "Would you look at my ladies!" he exclaimed as he started towards them. "Excuse me, officer." Bruce walked far enough to meet his girls, who were looking finer than he had ever seen them. They were spectacularly beautiful in his eyes. "Would you look at the two of you!" he exclaimed. "These didn't cost extra, Bruce," reported Candice. "They were part of the things the store manager had picked out for us. Do you like them?" "Beauty, elegance and charm all wrapped up in two perfect packages," he said. "What's not to like? You are spectacular!" "She even taught us how to curtsy, Daddy," offered Susan as she performed a neat little curtsy. "Well you two have brought on a change in lifestyle that I didn't expect, but you are worth it. It seems we are going to the airport in this car, while an officer will be driving the truck. We might as well get moving if you are both ready." "Did you see our evening bags, Daddy?" asked Susan. "The lady even put a hundred dollar bill in mine. I'm rich!" Bruce almost fell when she said that. One of the officers was quick to his side to prevent him from landing on the ground and then helped him back on his feet. His laughter was louder than even he expected, and caught the attention of others in and about the parking lot. When he had passed the keys to the truck to an officer, he climbed in to join his girls. "What's that long face for, Susan?" he asked as he noticed it. "You laughed at me," she said. "No, baby, I didn't laugh at you, for you are richer than you could ever know. Inside that pretty little head is the finest mind, and a little lower is the sweetest heart that could fit into such a small person. No, baby, you are one of the richest people I've ever known, next to your mother." "How do you know how to make me feel so wonderful every time, Daddy?" she asked. "Thanks, and I love you, and may I keep the money?" "Absolutely," he agreed. "May I add just a little to it?" "Sure," she confirmed holding her purse open to him. Her eyes nearly popped as she saw the fresh, clean crisp thousand dollar bill being added. "When you run a little short, let me know, darling," instructed Bruce. "Why is every car stopping to let us through, Bruce?" asked Candice. "If you opened the window a little, you'd be able to hear the police sirens they are using to escort us, the last thing I wanted." "Your truck is behind us, Daddy," reported Susan. "He's taking advantage of our escort," reported Bruce. "I'm going to try to put an end to this later today." "Why, Bruce?" asked Candice. "I don't understand." "The celebrity lifestyle is not necessarily a nice one, darling," he explained. "If you want us to have any privacy, then you won't want this to continue." "It's nice for the moment, but I see what you mean," she said with understanding. The car moved straight into the airport through the opened security gates. Officers stood at attention on either side, saluting as they passed through. Leaning to one side, he noticed the flag on the front fender, and understood why. He had been given diplomatic status, and was being treated as a dignitary. His car and the airplane came to a stop at about the same moment near a covered carpeted area. The car door was opened for them to get out, the guards standing giving them a full formal salute. As the plane door opened the guard beside it also snapped to a full salute, and the Prime Minister emerged. Bruce and the Prime Minister closed the distance between them, stopped and shook hands. "Welcome to Jamaica, Mr. Burns. We are honoured by your arrival here." "Then you will be surprised to know I was here, voted for you and watched your inauguration as the Prime Minister, Mr. Goldman. My congratulations and compliments on the victory." "So that's why we can't find when you arrived, nor how," he said. "How long have you been here, between us?" "Several years now," he replied. "I'd have to go back and look up the date to be sure." "You voted? Are you a citizen of Jamaica?" "The first time I came here in the late seventies, I knew I'd be living here. I applied for it at the same time, and it took a few years, but finally came through." "Introduce me to these beautiful ladies, and please, may we talk later?" "Mr. Prime Minister, the Most Honourable Bruce Goldman, I'd like to introduce two very special ladies to you, Ms. Candice Grey, and Ms. Susan Grey. Ladies, the Prime Minister of Jamaica." Bruce had to turn away and smile at the perfect curtsies of his two ladies, and how they were conducting themselves before the political leader of the country. They exchanged a few brief words, words that included the introduction of Susan's doll. "Mr. Burns, is there any chance of me imposing on your time, and spending a little time in conversation with you?" asked the PM. "I believe your time is under greater restraints than mine, Mr. Goldman. If you have the time, then I'm very willing." "Since I've not had a chance to arrange a venue, would you have any preferences?" he asked. "Certainly," declared Bruce. "My home is my first choice, with a fantastic cook, if she is willing to cook this evening." "Me?" blurted out Candice before she caught herself. "Ms. Grey, if you can cook to the satisfaction of this man, then I'd be honoured to sit at any table you prepare," said the PM. "Mr. Prime Minister, you must excuse me. I didn't know until today that Bruce was such an important man. To me he was humble, peaceful and about the sweetest person I've ever met. I didn't know this side of him." "Put him on the scale with Nelson Mandella, and you may have an idea of his stature in this world, Ms. Grey. You can't know how honoured I am to be in his presence." "Before we leave, I need to know about a shipment that I came to collect, and about the security that will be required. Do we need a full compliment of so many?" asked Bruce. "Sir!" snapped an officer as he marched to his side. "Your shipment is loaded in the truck, and there are no outward signs of damage during shipment. The truck will need to follow the vehicle you travel in, for we have no idea of where we are going." "As to the security, I'm afraid there is a minimum they won't let me travel without, Mr. Burns," offered the PM. "Food will be brought to them and won't be a concern for your beautiful lady." "Third right after the top of long hill, on the Lethe side road, about half a mile," said Bruce. "I'd suggest you stop at the new residential development and pick up and follow us when we pass there." "Very good, Sir!" exclaimed the officer. With a full salute, he stepped back, turned and marched off to give his staff orders. "Then if it meets your approval, we can head towards my home ourselves," said Bruce. "Wait! Where's Susan?" "She's in the ladies room, Bruce," replied Candice. "She's fine." "The protective father side comes out," commented the PM. "My compliments." Susan returned a few minutes later, and they were guided into a larger limousine that had been brought in to replace the other car. Flag standards were also mounted on the fenders of this vehicle, and Bruce knew they would be in for a rapid return home. "I like your car better, Daddy," offered Susan as they drove through the city. "Even your truck has music we can sing along with." "What type of music do you prefer, Susan?" asked the PM. "Singers like Celine Dion, Whitney Houston, Michael Bolton, and others that sing rather than make noise," she replied. Picking up the phone in the car, the PM asked the driver if there were any CD's available, and was guided to a cabinet behind the drivers seat. He browsed through these, found what he was looking for and inserted the CD in the player nearby. "Here is one of my favourites, Susan," said the PM. "Sing along if you know this one." The music was Celine Dion's, 'I'm Alive' recording, and the car rolled on with Susan, her mother, Bruce and the PM all singing along with the music. As they went along, they changed from big shots into ordinary people and the new atmosphere prevailed for all. While Candice and Susan went about the meal preparation, the two had become a first named bases, with them both sharing the same first name, Bruce. They went into the office, and started tossing around various subjects about the country, including several ideas that might improve conditions in the country. The PM was mentioning the country's debt load, and how he was going to need to approve a new bond issue due to the maturing of an instrument that had been issued many years ago by the former government. "How would you feel, Bruce," asked the other one, "if you were not faced with paying out that earlier issue?" "We shouldn't introduce fantasies into this conversation, my friend, for that just can't happen. The thought sure is nice, however." "It's not a fantasy," corrected the home owner. "I bought up ninety-seven percent of the share issued when I heard the size of the country's debt. Upon maturity, I was planning to not claim the principal or interest on the bond. There is one condition I'd place on that, however. Not only would there have to be an agreement not to issue any further bonds, nor issue any form of debt increase, either domestically, or internationally. Should either of those happen, then I would seek redemption of my holdings." "That issue is measured in the billions of dollars, Mr. Burns," said the PM, reverting back to the more formal name. "The condition you would impose would be extremely difficult to live up to as well." "If you had those funds put aside as a debt payable, but retaining the cash, some minor borrowings could be made, with approval from my office, to address and really urgent matter that could not be otherwise funded. Being forced into a difficult, but not impossible road, should be something you would welcome." "You could sit on so much unpaid money that you invested in making a profit?" asked the PM. "What I invested in was the well being of the country I've chosen to live in. If the national debt can be brought under control, and eventually eliminated, then I will have gained the profit I'm seeking. What I want to do, is work with your government, help form the decisions as it relates to finances, and get this country back on it's feet. It was my intention, although from remote access, to contact your finance minister at the time of maturity of the bond, and arrange the deferral of repayment." "That means you own the largest single piece of Jamaica that any individual has," stated the PM. "Why would you use that form of investment, rather than build some revenue generating project?" "Revenue generating projects represent profit to me but a cost to the people of this country. That's not the way to help the people, so I picked the more logical route to better the country." "And leave me sitting here in absolute astonishment," stated the PM. "It's like you suddenly became the authority I must look up to." "Not at all, but I'd be happy to share my recommendations on matters if you feel it might benefit. What I would have is a direct share in monetary matters that have a direct effect on the financial well being of the country. On that, I would like an agreement from you, and your cabinet." "Do you wish to participate in a cabinet meeting, or by taking on a post in the government?" questioned the PM. "Hell no!" exclaimed Bruce. "I don't want them to know I'm in the country if possible. You can represent the situation to them, and seek their support." "I'm afraid several already know," said the PM. "I had to give some explanation for my sudden departure to come here. I can, however, request that it remain secret, and feel confident they will do just that. As to their support, I can not imagine their not agreeing to your proposal, especially if we have access to your expertise in business affairs. With your proven track record, they should feel thrilled." "As far as I'm concerned, you are welcome to indicate you made contact and negotiated this arrangement," suggest Bruce. "I'm not talking about just your cabinet either, but in the political arena. You've done well since being elected, but every reason to continue your leadership needs to be exploited. Tell the electorate that you arranged for the negotiations, and got the agreement. Be their hero, at least to those that have an understanding of how they are benefited by the deal." "Now you are going to make me consider an early election," stated the PM. "Once this is out, I might need to capitalize on the acclaim that would result." "The general population would not see it, and only by the testimony of the more knowledgeable would you be able to convince them. It would be better to leave it alone, not incur the cost of a premature election, give the effects time to filter down and improve the common man's lifestyle before trying an early election." "A clear thinking, and remarkable new friend," stated the PM. "What good fortune it has turned out to be when I learned you were on the island. I'm sure that I'll never be able to repay the debt of gratitude that you have earned, Bruce, and will look forward to continued interaction and association with you." "You work with me to get this country back on stable ground, and you will have repaid any debt you might feel towards me, Bruce. "Let me give you the information you need to allow the level of communication we will need for this arrangement." Telephone numbers, computer addresses, and other personal information was shared on both sides, with the assurance that they had a direct line of communication that not even a secretary would be able to interfere with or disrupt. Supper was fantastic, and eaten in an environment that was comfortable to all. Laughter often punctuated the group around the table, and the friendship that had formed began to blossom even more. Candice was comfortable with him, and the girls were quite prepared to give the Prime Minister a hug and kiss each before he departed for the return trip to the capital city. "Alright, Mr. Bruce Burns," said Candice. "Now I have a few questions for you." "Fire away, darling," he said. "I guess I'll need to answer at least some before I can get into you." "Well, not really," she said thoughtfully. "You can take me now, if you are anxious, but I would like to ask a few questions sometime soon. This is driving me crazy right now, and I really need to understand." "Talk to me, sweetheart," he said, pulling her to sit down beside him. "How could you be interested in me, a little country girl from nowhere, while you could have the most beautiful women in the world so easily?" "You accepted and fell in love with me beyond my expectations, Candice. Without knowing I was well off financially, you were willing to give even more than just yourself, but your sweet daughter as well. Mostly it is you that my heart has taken in, and as soon as I can do it properly, I will be asking for your hand in marriage. Until then I hope you will put up with my desires for sexual satisfaction in that beautiful body of yours." "You really love me for what I am?" she asked. "Never doubt that, darling," he replied. "Yes, I love you for the fantastic woman you are, for the wonderful heart and mind you possess, which is far more than even you recognize. We can have a wonderful life together, if you will accept me for what I am." "Accept you?" she said in shock. "I've loved you for next to forever, Bruce. Yes, I will accept you, can't believe you accept me, and couldn't be happier than I am right now. I can tell you the answer if you should ask the question, Bruce." "Don't!" he exclaimed. "I still need to make sure the moment is right, and don't want to hear until that moment." "Fine, then will you take me to bed, and make wonderful passionate love to me?" "Come on, darling," he said as he got up and held out his hand. "Let's have some fun!" "May I come?" asked Susan. "I won't get in the way!" "Yes, darling," replied her mother. "Come watch Daddy and Mommy at play, and see how we have our greatest fun of all." "I sure hope you know what you are doing, Candy," said Bruce quietly. "More than ever before, Daddy," she replied as she took his arm to hold against her chest. "There could be no better person for my Susan to share herself with than you my wonderful great man! We'll be the envy of all the girls that want you, and we're the ones that you want!" The act of making love was a very long procedure for them, with the foreplay taking over an hour and a half. When it came time for Bruce to actually claim his lady, it was done gently (to her frustration) and only when he had fully penetrated her vagina did he start to respond to her anxiety and start to pump her, moving from slowly to very rapidly in a matter of moments. Candice made it very clear she liked what was happening to her, and actively participated in the event. Even though she was on her back, her hips were keeping rhythm to his penetrations. Bruce waited for her third climax before he allowed himself to have his own, coming deep inside her body, with his weight fully on top of Candice. All muscular control was lost for nearly a minute, and she accepted his body falling against her, holding on to it even tighter than before. Susan had watched the entire event, stripped her clothes off early to allow herself full access to fondle her own little breasts as well as play in her crotch. Twice she was unable to prevent the sounds of satisfaction escaping from her as she climaxed, and it was at those moments that her parents actually shared their attention briefly with her. Now, when the sex was over, she was brought up to lay between them on his bed, and received a little light fondling from both of them. "Was it really that good, Mommy?" she asked. "I've never seen you so happy!" "Oh, darling, it was more than I could ever tell you," she replied. "Daddy knows how to make me feel so wonderful, and there is nothing I wouldn't let him do to me." "I hope part of that comes from being able to trust me, darling," interjected Bruce. "There is no way I could do any harm to the woman I love more than life itself." "Do you feel it that much, Bruce?" she asked. "I would always try to protect anyone from injury or any adverse event, but I'd willingly lay down my life it would save yours, darling. The same goes for this sweet child laying here with us. You've both captured and hold my heart in your hands." No matter how much they wanted to, there was no way the two of them could hug him as they both wanted to. Being closer, Susan got the first hug, and had to yield so her mother could get her turn in his arms. By the time they settled back down, Bruce was in the middle, sandwiched by his two girls, one on each side of him. "This may not be the right time, Daddy, but I'm burning with curiosity," said Candice. "Do you really run your business from right here every day?" she asked. "Technology has matured a long way in the last few years, darling. When I came here, I was equipped to set up my system direct with one of the satellites circling far above us, and that links me with virtually the entire world. Not that I do, but I could sit in on any meeting at my corporate headquarters back in my original home, but mostly I leave that to the team I recruited and put in place before leaving there to live here. They are doing extremely well, and even as we lay here, my wealth grows. I don't believe it would be possible to spend what I now have if I were to never do a moments work again. When I go, you both will be very well off, and neither of you will ever have to do a days work unless you wish to." "I like working, Daddy, especially when it is helping you," said Susan. "I like working too, darling," he said. "Without working, you would not be the kind of person I expect you to be. What I will have to do is make sure I teach you a sense of values that will allow you to use your head, and make informed decisions as how best to help others, and make their lives better for you having been here." "You make it sound more like play than work," observed Candice. "That's exactly how I view it, darling," he confirmed. "Sometimes it is necessary to make hard choices, but mostly it is pure fun for me, and I know that others will benefit from my choices. Even the people of Jamaica will soon have a better life because of a few choices I've already made and acted upon." "Give me an example, Bruce," asked Candice. "I'm not being too nosy, am I?" "Not at all," he assured her. "How about the school that Susan attends. Are you happy at that school, Susan?" "It's the best, Daddy," she confirmed. "Why?" "I had it built when I saw how needed it was. The school for this area was at a place where only a handful of children lived, and the main bulk of them came from here. It made no sense to me that they had to go so far, so I had the school built, the staff were carefully selected and now it has become one of the leading schools in the country, setting an example of how schools should be designed and structured." "So this was not a thing from the new government when it was elected," observed Candice. "They have been asleep for the most part, but I allowed them to claim credit for it since they are still the best choice for the governing of the country. Now that I've become involved with the government, and have a say in the fiscal management of the finances, we should begin to see a very rapid turn around. Two years from now, people will be living better than they have until now." "Other than your being so famous, how are you able to affect their handling of money?" asked Candice. "I bought up a bond issue that is expiring shortly. Tonight I told the Prime Minister that if they work with me on fiscal management, I will not make them repay the face amount or any interest. Should they do something stupid, I will demand payment, and that threat alone will ensure they make informed decisions when necessary." "That sort of makes you an owner of Jamaica, Daddy?" asked Susan. "A very big owner, darling," he confirmed. "Nobody has a larger single piece of the country than I have." "So are you going to run the country?" asked Susan. "No, baby, I'm just going to make sure that the people that do run the country make good choices for the people that should be running the country, the citizens of this beautiful place." "Well, I don't understand this fiscal stuff you talk about, but I know that if you are running things, it will make it better than it is now," summarized Susan. "Isn't that right, Mommy?" "It sure is, darling," she confirmed. "And look at where we are, laying beside the biggest cheese of all!" "I may get my first spanking for this, but it seems we are laying beside the biggest ... of all," said Susan as she wrapped her hand around his penis. "I didn't say the word, Daddy, so don't be too hard on me." "You're really in for it now," he told her as he sat up on the bed. His hands closed on her waist, and the tickling was without mercy. Thrashing about amidst laughter that she could not contain, Susan was at his side and filled with love for the man she could not have anticipated. When he stopped, she lay back virtually underneath him, looked up into his eyes, and declared, "I love you with every part of me, Daddy, inside and out!" "Make love to her, Bruce," demanded Candice. "Make her your little girl." "Please, Daddy?" she said to confirm her wishes. "The foreplay had happened already, and it was not needed again. As he brought his penis to her vaginal opening, her legs went up high into the air. Slowly he pressed down into the wet opening, pushed gently against her hymen and felt when it yielded easily. The rest of the way in became easy, and Susan was claimed just as her mother had been, although without the speed or force her mother had experienced. "That was all Mommy said, and more, Daddy," declared Susan as they lay recovering. "Thank you for making me feel that way." "He did make it nice for you, didn't he darling?" asked her mother on the other side of her. "So nice I understand how anxious you were to be with him, Mommy," she said. "Please do everything you can to make sure he wants to keep us, just as I will try." "Neither of you will have to do a thing for me to want that, Susan," he told her. "You two are my sweethearts, and together we are going to have a great life." "I keep thinking about the number of people you helped in Kenya," said Candice. "One day, you are going to have to go there and let them honour you as they want." "I am not in this for the thanks of anybody," said Bruce. "As long as I do the best I can to assist in ways that help people, then I have the satisfaction of doing what I want to do, and making this world a better place to live." "You certainly have changed our world, Bruce," said Candice. "We will always be so grateful for whatever fates brought you here, and try to contribute towards your happiness." "Should you be able to read my mind, you would know that I've never been happier than at this moment," declared Bruce. "My only concern is starting Susan a little too early for her normal development, and pray it will not be a detriment to her in any way." "It won't!" declared Candice. "She is going to grow up just fine, and be a lot better person for having known you, just as I will be!" "Then we compliment each other," he stated. "I've already learned from both of you, and look forward to years of your company, talking with you, seeing the world with you, and just being a part of your lives." "What's this about seeing the world with us?" asked Susan. "Good question," interjected Candice. "I can see the need to do some travelling fairly soon, and I'm sure not leaving you two behind," said Bruce. "Where are we going to be going?" asked Candice. "Better you ask where not," he replied. "I'm going to have to recruit a teacher for Susan, and get all your papers in order, but then we can lock up the house, and spend some time travelling. One think I can not decide yet is will we fly or sail around to where we are going. Both have their advantages and disadvantages." "Am I going to get to go on one of those big jets, Daddy?" asked Susan excitedly. "Well possibly, but unlikely darling," he said. "I'd be mostly using my own plane to go around in, and that is not exactly a big jet." "Wait!" called Candice. "You own a plane?" "More than one, but with one held for my exclusive use. The others are for my companies, so they can move about as required for business. It's not exactly a plane, but I also have a helicopter should I need it. Usually it is aboard my yacht to carry me ashore when necessary." "I'm going to miss my school," said Susan quietly. "And meet people of all different cultures, learn about how different people live, and see some of the wonders this world has for us, darling," he told her. "There will be thousands of youngsters your age, older and younger that you will meet and learn about." "Besides that, I will be with my Daddy!" exclaimed Susan, happy again. "I can't have it nicer than being with you and Mommy, so take me away when you are ready. I'd go anywhere you said." "How you managed to hide this entirely new side of you, I'll never know, Bruce," said Candice. "I fell in love with that quiet, hard working man that lived so peacefully, but now is an international star. I'm glad I learned how to curtsy properly, for I bet we will get to meet some really important people." "There will be so many heads of state and others to meet, you will have a hard time knowing one from the next after awhile," he stated. "What I might have you do, darling, is help me keep files on the various dignitaries we do encounter, so we will have information to look up before we meet them again." "Finally something useful that I will be able to do," she declared. "Don't forget my belly still needs your care and attention several times a day!" "That's not work, it's a pleasure to deal with your food, and our needs at the same time," said Candice. "Have you met the president of the United States?" asked Susan. "Not the new one, but the one before on several occasions," he informed her. "I've had numerous requests to meet the new one, but more important matters here at home took precedence. When we start to travel again, I guess he'll have to be one I do get to see." "And you'll take us with you?" asked Candice. "Where I go is where I want my girls," he declared. "I'll try very hard to give you enough space for you to do your own thing, but I want to be close by in case of need." "My space is with you, Bruce!" declared Candice. "Mine too," added Susan. It was the next day when the workman and materials from the hardware store arrived, along with some heavy equipment to begin the construction of their swimming pool. It would, however, have to wait a long time before they returned home to enjoy it. They had a world to see, and that would take them awhile.